My Love

My Love
Chapter 3: My third Love

Goten wasn’t having a very good day.

"Really Laura I think it’d be best if we didn’t see each other any more…. No it’s not you you’re a great girl…. No… no… no! I said it wasn’t you, look I’m going through a rough time right now and…. No. (Sigh) No, I enjoyed your cooking very much… look it’s me all right. You disserve someone better than me, someone who can love you with all his heart…. Well I’m sorry, I don’t feel the same-"

Gohan winced and pulled the phone away from his ear as a stream of curses shouted from it then a long buzz as his ‘ex’-girlfriend hung up.

"Well," said Goten putting the phone down, "that went well." He sighed and bowed his head rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Too bad, I was really starting to like her too…"

Of course, that had been the problem he was growing too fond of her and thus had to sever his connection to her and quick. When that happened it was always messy. He sighed and looked at the clock hanging on the wall of his reasonable sized apartment. It wasn’t even noon yet, what was he going to do all day? Whenever he had to dump a really cute girl he was starting to like he often went to go bug Trunks. Of course, Trunks was now far out of his reach with his little niece and friends on the moon. The lavender haired demi-saiyan was rather busy lately with work, but he’d always made time for Goten whenever he popped into his office to just talk and get some much needed cheering up. Trunks seemed to understand his feeling so well and would usually dump whatever he was doing for a few minutes to be with him, unless he had a pressing meeting to attend or a date with Pan. Sad to say, but it seemed the missus came first in relationships for Trunks. Pan had inherited a touch of Chichi in more than looks and Trunks did his best not to get on her bad side, though Pan wasn’t nearly as bad as his mother had been.

He leaned on his hand and looked blankly out the window of his apartment not really looking at the crowded view of hundreds of tall buildings. Trunks and Pan, what a pair he snorted softly. If it weren’t for the fact that those of saiyan blood lived so long he’d have thought the age difference ridiculous, a real Romeo and Juliet complex. (In the play Romeo was in his late thirties and Juliet was only about 14, very close to Trunks and Pan’s ages in GT.) They were cute together he supposed, Trunks with his handsome good looks and Pan with her tomboy charm, though she’d filled out wonderfully hadn’t she? He mused to himself. Pan always got the better of him in everything and to a small degree he resented the little quarter saiyan for it. At the age of three she’d actually beaten him in the Tenkaichi Budoukai (True at the end of DBZ they show her being held by Trunks off the ground by one arm in a winner pose, with Goten OK in front of them). Of course, he’d been slacking off on his training at the time (also true Goku says so before the tournament and actually forces Goten to enter it). She’d also butted in and stolen his place on the ship when Goku and co had left to look for the dragon balls in space (Goten was suppose to go not Pan). Of course, he’d been griping and complaining the whole time that he didn’t want to go that he had a date to attend that day. In fact, at the time he’d been happy Pan had stolen his place because it’d allowed him to go out with that girl, what had her name been? He couldn’t remember any more, it’d been so long. The whole grand tour in space she’d gotten Trunks all to herself. Well, Goku had been there, but still that wasn’t fair. Afterwards she’d also stolen his attention making Trunks chose between them. Some times the lavender haired demi-saiyan chose him some times he’d chosen her. He’d tried to play it fair, but Goten felt so left out when he chose her.

And, when they’d gotten engaged… everyone had been so happy, everyone but him that is. He’d never gotten the courage to ask Trunks what he thought about starting a romantic relationship with him, had been too afraid that he’d lose his best friend over it. He had no reason to believe that Trunks was anything but straight. He’d actually told his best friend that he was bisexual and introduced him to some of the guys he been dating back than. At first Trunks had been rather uncomfortable and shocked about it all, but had gradually gotten use to it. Once the idea had sunk in Trunks treated him as he always had, a good friend that he supported and hung with. It had encouraged Goten and given him hope that Trunks might except himself in a gay relationship, but… disaster, Pan attacks. Out of the blue the two announced that they’d decided to get married. He hadn’t even known they were dating… well technically he had since Trunk hadn’t hidden that he was going out to be with Pan, but he’d thought that was to hang with her as a friend. Lost to his little niece once again.

And then there was Bra. Bra, god she was beautiful and funny too. A smart woman who didn’t seem to take much seriously, but when she was serious watch out. She had a very Vegeta like attitude some times that was chilling in its sexuality, cool nature, and unpredictability. Things were never dull when the blue-haired demi-saiyan was around. After he’d given up all hope on Trunks he’d turned his eyes on Bra. He’d been concerned that the crush he’d developed for her was nothing more than making her a replacement for her older brother, but over time he’d noticed many differences in the two. Trunks was like his mother, while Bra like her father, both similar but with some major differences. Trunks liked to use his head more and think things through, coming up with devilish and intriguing way to get in trouble and have fun. Bra was more a ‘grab the bull by the horns and don’t let go’. She just ran straight into trouble and trusted that if she couldn’t get out of it someone else would save her cute butt. She was bolder than Trunks and not nearly as modest.

He’d fallen for her hard thinking how perfect they could be together. Of course, there were problems. Bra practically saw him as the second brother she’d never had. He didn’t think the blue-haired girl had ever considered them as a couple, she just couldn’t get past the Goten nisan roll no matter how much he shamelessly flirted with her. She thought he was just teasing her or being brotherly. He hadn’t wanted a little sister, he’d wanted a woman of his own, why hadn’t she seen that?! Then there was the matter of who Bra’s father was; he’d been deadly afraid Vegeta would cut his life short is he decided to court his daughter. Bra had an innocence to her too, she’d never been heavily involved with any of the battles he and the others had been in and she’d been protected her whole life as the saiyan no ouji’s little hime. When Uub had shown up he briefly thought of pursuing him, but Bra had been the more appealing target. He hadn’t seen it coming when Bra had hooked her arms around Uub’s neck and cheerfully stated to everyone that they were dating. He’d expected Vegeta to pull the dark skinned boy back behind the house and pound on him or at least threaten him some, but Vegeta had only smirked and cross his arms completely expecting Bra’s choice. There went every-n-all chances of happiness for Goten.

The raven-haired demi-saiyan sighed sadly and lay his head down on his folded arms. The Brief children were now out of his reach and he was pretty much the last of the single unrelated long-lived beings on the plant. Hell the only one really left was the saiyan no ouji himself, Vegeta. Goten’s head snapped up and a blush spread on his cheeks.

"Vegeta…" he whispered softly raising up his hands to feel the heat coming off his skin. Gods! What was wrong with him?! Why was the thought of Vegeta starting to make his blood boil over? The prince was handsome he won’t deny that; after all, Trunks got all his manly good looks from his father and only his colorings and the soft texture of his hair from his mother. And Bra’s appealing nature was like a perky girlie version of Vegeta, though it was hard to see such a dark man so happy and carefree as Bra was, maybe if he’d grown up like she had. Some of the two Brief children’s most attractive and best features they’d gotten from the dark ouji, the features that had drawn Goten the most. Why cry over losing those attractive two when he could go right to the source of their unique traits, when he could pursue Vegeta who was now matchless himself? God, what a crazy idea! But, why hadn’t he ever thought of it till today, it was prefect! The prince was everything he wanted in a partner: sexy, intelligence, powerful, wealthy, mysterious, exciting, all that and more. The only draw back was Vegeta would probably never even think of him in that way and more then likely kick his ass if he ever made a pass at him.

Goten let out a small, disappointed groan. Yes, what reason did Vegeta have to even consider him in that way? He was Goten, the son of Goku; he probably ranked even lower than his father who was considered a third class baka by Vegeta. At best he was the son of a third-class idiot, a demi-saiyan who didn’t take his training seriously. Hmm, the low class demi-brat with the great Saiyan no Ouji, Vegeta would probably die laughing. And really what did he really know about Vegeta? Well he probably knew more than most having grown up around the saiyan prince and being Trunks’ best bud his whole life. But, still that wasn’t saying much, Vegeta was a very guarded person, he didn’t display his emotions openly. Still some times Goten had a pretty good idea of what the ouji was feeling; Vegeta was actually very passionate about things he did. Either something was or wasn’t worth his time and effort, he never did anything half way, such strong powerful devotion the saiyan prince possessed. Devotion that Goten found himself aching to have directed his way. Bulma, did she know what a treasure she’d held? Did she know the kind of power she wielded as the keeper of Vegeta’s heart? If she had truly wanted something, he would have gotten it for her, Goten was sure he would have. All she had to do was sweep her hand over the planet- the galaxy- and say she wanted it and Vegeta would have gotten it for her or at least tried. He doubted Vegeta would try and conquered earth again with Goku around, though Bulma was hardly the type to ask that of him. She’d never used his devotion to her, was content to know it was hers and never push for anything more than what he freely gave. Of course, it’d taken many years for Bulma to earn that devotion, years of patients, stubbornness, and trust to a man that to everyone else was a murder and reluctant ally. No one else ever tried to touch him as she had and he (Goten) supposed Bulma truly did disserve him for her efforts.

Could he do the same? Did he dare to repeat what Bulma had done and earn Vegeta’s devotion? Did he have what it took? He truly didn’t know… how many years would it take before Vegeta excepted him if ever? How long till there was some true feelings and trust between them? Goten was fairly sure from what he’d heard from others that Vegeta hadn’t truly loved Bulma till after the Cell tournament. Their relationship had started as nothing more then a physical attraction and some how bloomed from there. But was there even a physical attraction between he and Vegeta? Did Vegeta even swing that why? Would a proud saiyan prince ever admit to being bisexual if he were?

Goten frowned, probably not. Vegeta would most likely refuse to even think along those lines, than again Vegeta wasn’t a human. What did he truly know about saiyan sexual preferences? For all he knew saiyans might not have even cared about such things, might have expected gay couples without a fuss unlike humans who always got stirred up over such prejudice things. If there was one thing a saiyan truly cared about it was strength and power, to hell with anything else. If you were the strongest others didn’t tell you what was right or wrong, you did as you pleased and anyone that though different could fight you for the chance to prove you wrong. It was a barbaric way to run things; Vegeta-sei must have been a chaotic place indeed. Though there appeared to be some order to it, namely the classes Vegeta was always talking about. You stayed in your class and followed their ways and there was no problem, you cross the line between them, as his father had, and you fuck up the whole system. Goku surly would have been the end of the Saiyan Empire if he’d ever stumbled into their culture with his way of thinking, one of the reasons Vegeta had always resented his father he just didn’t fit the roll of third class.

Goten gave a loud sigh and leaned back starting up at the roof. "I wonder what Vegeta-san is doing right now…" he said out loud. He glanced at the clock once more and saw that only six minutes had passed since he’d last looked at it.

"Aaahhh! I’ve got to find something to do before I lose my mind! I know I can take Vegeta up on that spar he suggested yesterday," beamed Goten getting up to get his coat. "Vegeta never turns down a spar and it’ll give me a chance to be near him for awhile," he smiled rather liking the idea. He was up and out the door two seconds later.

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Vegeta lay stomach down on his large family couch in front of a fan panting away.

"It’s so hot," he grumbled in an annoyed fashion tugging at the sweat-covered tank he wore. "The damn news says it’s only 70-80 degrees today, but it feels more like 110," he growled sitting up. Truly it didn’t look all that hot, the sun was out and the sky didn’t hold many clouds, but it wasn’t overly sunny or bright. It almost seemed like it was he that was over heating, as if he was cooking from the inside out.

"I wish it would rain… maybe I’ll go find the dragon balls and have the damn dragon make it rain…" he grumbled to himself lifting a hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead. He looked up at the ceiling, "Yo! Dende! Turn on the water works would you! You’re killing me!" he shouted absentmindedly wondering if the namek would hear him. After several seconds of nothing happening Vegeta slumped on the couch in a defeated manner. "Uh… dying," said the saiyan reaching up a hand to fan himself. He was also craving Gohan’s company again, why had the damn brat left?! Damn human jobs, got in the way of the good things in life. He ran his tongue over his dry lips as he closed his eyes and remembered how much fun it’d been to tumble with that hybrid. An evil little smirk crossed his face as the played some of it back in his head.

Vegeta frown and gave his head a little shake, what the hell was wrong with him?! He’d been having such thoughts all day long! It was truly a miserable day for him! So damn uncomfortable and unable to think about any thing but sex, it was driving him crazy! There had to be some explanation for all this? But what? Vegeta’s brows turned down more in thought, but he was drawn from them as the door banged open and a familiar voice called out asking if anyone was home.

"Huh?" hummed Vegeta slowly getting up to walk over and look down the hallway. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he spotted the youngest Son brother standing by the front door. "Goten," he said crossing his arms and leaning against the woodwork, for some reason he was relieved to see the boy. This tail struck up a slow long wave behind him as he looked the boy over.

Goten smiled in delight looking at the older saiyan, he closed his eyes and leaned back his head as his nose was once again filled with that delicious smell. God it made him light head, it was so strong. He almost felt hungry because of it though that was odd since he’d just eaten not long ago. He opened his eyes half way and tilted his chin back down to look at the smaller man. Vegeta looked rather sweaty must have been training figured Goten.

"You want something brat?" asked Vegeta the tip of his tail twitched like the end of a cat’s does before it’s going to pounce.

Goten’s eyes watched the tail, he almost didn’t hear Vegeta when he spoke. "Uhm… yah. I thought I’d take you up on that rain check now since I’ve got nothing to do today. I could also use a good spar, I don’t want to get out of shape," smiled the youngest Son.

"I see," said Vegeta softly pushing off the wall to support his own weight. "Well than, follow me," he said turning around and curling his tail as one would a finger to say come. He didn’t even look over his shoulder to see if Goten was following him just headed straight for the gravity room.

Goten kicked off his shoes in a hurry and tossed his jacket not looking to see if it landed on a hook or not. His eyes were glued on Vegeta’s backside. For some reason he felt extremely excited and anxious. It’d been awhile since he’d had a real spar, over a month really. Punching bags and doing kata in his apartment was a far cry from actually having his fist or foot connect with flesh. The very thought of slamming his fists into that tanned skin, grappling with the lean saiyan, and wrestling around with him on the ground make his heart beat speed up to a rapid patter in his chest. He was really looking foreword to it, he felt so alive.

Vegeta smiled secretly to himself, his tail waving lazily behind him as he stopped in front of the door. The little demi-saiyan was jumping all over himself to obey. Of course, he’d always had been remarkable obedient. As a boy Goten had been his son’s loyal pet, following Trunks everywhere he went. He’d also practically worshiped his older brother, Gohan, till he was a teen. Vegeta doubted he’d ever gone against his mother or father’s words. The boy was just all around well behaved and polite. He would have made a great saiyan soldier, though the boy had never reached his top potential. Still he blamed that more on lack of encouragement from his family than anything else. If Goten had felt a need to be stronger, he would have been, the boy had determination if nothing else. Chichi, Goku, and Gohan had never really pushed him to achieve a higher level of power and skill, leaned him more toward being a boring human than a proud saiyan warrior. Out of all of the demi-saiyans, Vegeta believed Goten had the greatest potential to be the most saiyan-like if given some pointers. Hmm… maybe he should take Goten on as a part time student it might be fun, it might also lessen his boredom factor. When the brats were young he use to have Goten and Trunks fight all out against him for training, that had been fun the two worked rather well together. It’d been a long time since they’d done that, when Trunks came back he’d suggest the idea to him and see if he was interested.

He pushed a green button next to the door and it slid open to let them in. When Vegeta was inside he frown, hot, it was hotter in here, a little stuffy too. He frowned and walked over to the controls to set the AC to full power, he didn't know why but he was also feeling a little claustrophobic in the room, like he was trapped in. That was really odd, he’d never been uncomfortable in small places before, hell he’d traveled the galaxy in a pod no bigger than the cockpit of a fighter plane.

He snorted trying to ignore the uneasy feeling he was having and turned to face the eager demi-saiyan. He gave the boy a smirk and slid into a fighting stance. I won’t be so eager to get my butt whipped brat he thought watching as Goten slid into his own stance. Wordlessly they clashed.

Goten couldn’t help the happy grin that was stamped on his face, this felt so good. Gods had he ever felt so complete, so free, so wild before? A small ki blast buzzed by the side of his face and he turned sideways in mid air to avoid it, barely managing to turn back to meet Vegeta who was right behind it. Their fists slammed right into each other, making a tingle of pain run done both their arms, but both ignored the pain it only make the spar more exciting. With a yell Goten swung his leg up at the prince’s side putting all his weight and momentum into it. The prince blurred away and Goten went spinning a full 360 degrees. Vegeta reappeared above him and interlaced his fingers to slam them down on his shoulder. Goten barely managed to catch himself before he impacted on the hard floor.

He flashed the prince a smile before blurring away to streak around the round room. This felt so natural, fighting the saiyan like this. There was no tension in the air, no angry or malice, just a feeling of contentment and amusement as they fought. Both knew how this would end, both knew who was the stronger, but the exciting part was to see what moves the other would display, if they could sneak in some good hits before the end came. Goten didn’t want to disappoint his sparring partner, he wanted to show Vegeta something that would impress him.

The demi-saiyan dropped to the floor and jumped back as Vegeta dropped right down with him, aiming a punch at him that dented the floor. He danced away from the shorter saiyan ducking high kicks, jumping over low, bending backward to escape punches and roll to the side to avoid full body twists. This was like a dance, fighting had always been like a dance, the perfection of two people matching their styles together in an attempt to avoid and inflict pain. To brake the dance was to score a point or take a hit, to continue without break was true poetry in motion. It was amazing to watch two foes go all out, how they moved together reading and anticipating each other’s moves. When two fought it was like they share a bond, no matter their feelings towards each other, in a fighter something passed between the two dancers.

Goten’s eyes locked on Vegeta’s, something that wasn’t wise in a fight. You never look your opponent in the eyes, not unless you were about to deliver the final blow. You should look them in the chest that way you could see all their moves and not be distracted by their eyes. Goten’s eyes locked and held Vegeta’s, the two saiyans both saw it, both had animal eyes. Their fight didn’t end or lessen in its intensity it got wilder. They were beasts, creatures who’s blood sang the sweetest when they tore into another. This was life, this was danger, this was blood, this was passion, this was what it meant to be saiyan. Goten growled a very animal-like sound and ducked under a high punch from Vegeta, stepping toward the saiyan he snapped out his foot and planted it behind the prince. Then he leaning into the smaller man and pushed on his chest, watching with barely contained glee as Vegeta bent over his leg and lost his footing to fall hard on his back. Score one point for Goten! The pleasure of seeing Vegeta flat on his back was short lived, as the smaller man used his new position to his advantage and swept Goten’s legs out from under him, causing him to land hard on his butt. He glanced over to see a smug amused look on Vegeta’s face before the older man twisted up into a crouch and kicked back with his booted foot at him. Goten rolled out of the way and into his own crouch. He would have found it funny if he weren’t so focused on the fight when they started to circle each other still crouched on fingers and toes. Just like a pair of monkeys hunched over and using their hands just as much as the feet to move them along.

Goten licked his lower lip and took a chance. He coiled and pounced at the smaller saiyan, only to have Vegeta roll onto his back and catch his stomach with his feet. Then he found himself catapulted though the air as Vegeta pushed and swung his legs over his shoulders. He tumbled for a while unable to stop his momentum, but he was stopped eventually as Vegeta blurring away to appear in front of him and boot him into the air. A game of volleyball took place with Vegeta the only player and Goten the poor ball. The saiyan prince punted him up slightly into the air and reappeared above him to slam him into the ground. Score one point for Vegeta.

Goten was slow to push himself up having done one major belly flop on the floor, he could taste the copper flavor of blood in the back of his throat. He got on all fours and managed to push off with his toes out of the way as Vegeta’s booted foot slammed into the floor he’d laid on a moment ago. Standing in a handstand he kicked out with his feet, smiling happily as he kick boxed with the saiyan no ouji, he with his feet and while Vegeta blocked with his arms. He rocked back away from the smaller man as Vegeta lifted a knee and aimed it at his gut almost getting a good hit in, he would have if Goten hadn’t panicked and flopped over on his back. The saiyan prince bent as the waist and did his own handstand, hands positioned on either side of Goten’s ribs. The prince then flipped over so his feet were on either side of Goten’s neck and snapped them tight against the corded neck muscles. Goten gasped and reached up to grip Vegeta’s ankles he cried out in shock as Vegeta leaned foreword into a summersault taking Goten with him. Goten’s back hit the floor hard, knocking he air out of him. He glanced up in between Vegeta’s legs to see Vegeta sitting on his butt behind him. The prince gave him a coy look and pulled back a fist then thrust it foreword at Goten’s face. Goten gasped and closed his eyes waiting for the pain to race along his skull. After several moment of no pain Goten dared to open one eye and saw a fist hovering centimeters from his face. Vegeta unclenched his fist and poked Goten in the middle of the forehead.

"Not bad, brat, but you still need more practice," he stated emphasizing each word with a light tap of his finger.

Goten smiled. "You were going easy on me," he said looking up between the man’s legs at his face. Hmm, not a bad view.

Vegeta snorted. "You want me to power up to level four with you?" he asked.

Goten laughed nervously. "No sir." He paused in his nervous laughing as he noticed how out of breath and sweaty Vegeta was. "Vegeta-san, are you okay?" he asked reaching up a hand and resting it against Vegeta’s cheek. Damn! He’s hot to the touch! Thought Goten.

Vegeta closed his eyes and to Goten’s surprise leaned into his hand. "Fine, just hot," he said softly not opening his eyes.

Goten’s breath sped up as he lay there on his back staring up at the strangely peaceful look on Vegeta’s face. His eyes wondered across the older man’s throat, his chest, down his washboard stomach faintly visible through the sweat soaked shirt, over his finely shaped hips covered in skin-tight black bicycle shorts, and down to his crotch.

Goten felt a blush threatening to burn his cheeks as he stared, he some how managed to snap his gaze back up to Vegeta’s face seeing the prince still had his eyes closed still leaning into his hand. He couldn’t help it as he went back to staring, studying the lines and angles of Vegeta’s face like an artist would a marble statue he’d just finished cutting out. He couldn’t stop his hand either as the fingers slid over Vegeta’s cheek and down to lightly run over his slightly parted lips felling the prince’s hot breath beat down on them. He really was out of breath….

He snatched his hands away and blushed lightly as Vegeta slowly opened his eyes and looked down at him. He was almost afraid the prince would demand to know why he’d touched him like that, but Vegeta only looked down at him with those animal eyes, deep pools of black, like onyx.

"Vegeta-san… are you really okay?" he asked softly watching a bead of sweat slide down the side of Vegeta’s face.

Vegeta closed his eyes again. "Yes… hot," he said again softly and without another words opened his eyes and climbed to his feet. Goten pulled himself up into a sited position and watched the ouji walk out of the room before getting up and following after him. He didn’t want to leave Vegeta’s side just yet, wanted to remain with the prince a little longer, wanted to touch him some more. He gave his head a little shake and peered around the kitchen looking for the prince. He’d figured Vegeta would go there for something cold to drink, but he didn’t see him. He tilted his head to the side and started toward the sliding glass door leaning out back, which he’d noticed was open. Pocking his head though he found his prince standing next to the large outdoor pool near the building. His eyes widened as Vegeta reached down with both hands to the hem of his tank and pulled it over his head to toss it aside. His hands then went to the rim of the tight black shorts as he toed off his boots. Goten held his breath and once again found himself staring as Vegeta stepped out of the spandex shorts and kicked them over by his shirt. Briefly the prince stood there stark naked, letting a cool breeze run over his skin before he dove headfirst into the pool.

Duh… ran thought Goten’s head as he stood there with his eyes wide open and his jaw to the floor, having just gotten quit an eye full. He reached up and closed his own mouth. Don’t think unholy thoughts, don’t think unholy thoughts, don’t think… damn… what an ass, what an-! Don’t think unholy thought!! Aurgh! He mentally screamed turning around and banging his forehead against the side of the house. Hentai! Pervert! Echi! He drove each word home with another bang of his head against the wall. After a few more bangs he stopped and leaned against the wall panting slightly. Oh god! Vegeta’s behind me skinny-dipping! Is this a good or bad thing?! He slowly turned and looked over his shoulder at the saiyan who just came up from swimming underwater. The princes rose of up to his ribs and tossed back his hair, which reminded spiky even when wet. The saiyan slipped back down to his shoulders and dove back under, did a summersault under the water, feet briefly appearing to push off the side of the pool and propel him toward the under end.

Goten tried to wipe the dumb grin off his face, but failed miserable. Oh this is definitely good he thought eyes following the nude man as he moved about the pool, enjoying the little peep show Vegeta was giving him. After several minutes of swimming laps the prince swam over to thigh high water, stood up, and waded over to the pool steps where he sat down, the water just up to his navel. Where’s a camera when you need one?! Wondered Goten looking around as if he excepted one to magically appear with film for him to use. He froze when Vegeta turned and looked right at him.

"Um… I… um," said Goten blushing and rubbing the back of his head.

Vegeta looked at him a long time, an emotionless look on his face. "Are you getting in?"

"Huh?" said Goten eyes widening.

"Are you getting in the pool?" asked Vegeta leaning back and bracing his arms on the pool sides, spreading his legs in a laid back relaxed pose that Goten could find nothing but erotic.

"I-I I don’t have a swim suit," said Goten lamely eyes glued on the prince’s fine physic.

"Do you need one?" asked Vegeta, the tip of his tail moved above the water dipping small streams. The prince gave the end of his tail a little shake, flinging water in an arch; the fur bristled momentary before the tail sunk back under the water.

Goten fidgeted, he knew if he kept this up and just watched Vegeta in his watery element that the semi-state of arousal he was currently feeling would turn to fully turned on, erection and all. Which would be hard to explain to the saiyan prince if he didn’t act fast. He could just decline and leave, but he really didn’t want to, prefer to stay within range of the full-blooded saiyan a little longer. He glanced at the pool, hmm I’ll bet the water’s cold. He smirked to himself; yes, he thought reaching down to his waist to pull off his shirt. It’d be like taking a cold shower, more like a cold bath, he’d get to watch Vegeta a little longer and with the cold water he won’t have to worry about anything embarrassing. Of course, he had to make it to the pool first with out embarrassing himself which might be harder than it sound since Vegeta was currently watch his every move.

Oh God, please don’t watch me strip! Thought Goten, blushing lightly. Watching Vegeta rid himself of his clothing had been enough of a turn on, but doing the same for the saiyan prince was threatening to make him stand at attention. Shyly he turned around when he got down to just his pants and boxers, he must have turned beet red as he pushed them down his hips. Okay… we’re both men… no big deal… he thought swallowing. I’ll just turn around and walk ‘calmly’ into the pool. It took him a few moments to get enough guts to turn around and start towards the pool, his eyes darting everywhere but the saiyan prince. If he looked at him he knew he’d never make it, though he had to look at Vegeta’s back and shoulders when he reached the steps leading to the shallow end of the pool. Okay, stay calm, calm, deep breaths, you’re walking, you’re walking, you’re in the pool now, keep walking, don’t look back, don’t-! his thoughts froze as something soft slapped across the back of his highs under the water. What was that?! He thought turning around to see. The culprit turned out to be none other than Vegeta’s tail, which was swishing slowly under the water. Unfortunately for Goten this caused him to look at the saiyan prince who looked back with amusement in those animal eyes of his. Goten felt fire gather in his loins.

GASP! The demi-saiyan boy flung himself into the water and swam as fast as he could away to the other side. Once he got there he clung to the poolside coughing and panting raggedly. Way to go Goten, that was smooth he thought moaning and resting his forehead on the pool’s side. He thought he heard Vegeta chuckle ever so softly under his breath. Are you playing with me?! Thought Goten daring a look back at the prince who was sliding off the steps to start some more laps. No, he couldn’t be, Vegeta doesn’t know that I’m interested in him, he doesn’t, he couldn’t possible know… unless he’s interested too…. The thought made him freeze there holding on to the side of the pool for several minutes just starting with wide eyes across the lawn, an occasional drop of water dripping from his dark hair to land with a ‘plot’ in the pool.

"He couldn’t be…" he whispered slowly turning around to watch the saiyan prince who was now acting like he wasn’t there. He watched Vegeta, making no attempts to hide that he was, but the other saiyan showed no sign that he noticed. Finally the prince had enough swimming and climbed right up on a pad already inflated and floating in the pool. The prince lay down on his stomach and folded his arms under his chin to close his eyes and relax. The only part of him that moved was that expressive tail of his which hung off the pad and swished back and forth in the water slowly.

Goten continued to stare. Vegeta isn’t, Vegeta isn’t interested in me that way thought Goten almost desperately. Gods, now there was hope and hope was dangerous indeed. Too dangerous as he moved, almost like his body had a mind of its own, over to the floating saiyan who was now in shallower waters. He looks like he’s a sleep thought Goten moving closer to peer at the saiyan’s face. Gods stop! Don’t get any closer or you might do something to upset him and surely get you a one way trip to the moon to see Trunks and everyone! But… but… his hand lifted from the water small drops rolling off to fall back into the pool. He waited till no more rolled off his hand and moved it over Vegeta’s bare back. But, this might be a once in a life time thing, this might be what I’ve been wanting and waiting for so long. Waiting for Trunks and Bra, not having the courage to face them and tell them how I felt for them made me lose them…. Do I, do I dare? His hand trembled an inch above Vegeta’s tanned skin.

I don’t want to be alone any more….

His hand descended to lightly touch Vegeta’s shoulder blade, he held his breath waiting for the saiyan to wake up and look at him, yell at him. But, Vegeta didn’t move, didn’t even twitch as the light contact.

Is he really asleep? Wondered Goten laying his hand more solidly across Vegeta’s shoulder blade. When Vegeta didn’t respond Goten felt encouraged to do more, his eyes scanned down the other man’s back and where his eyes moved his hand moved to follow, slowly sliding down feeling the saiyan’s slight curves and marveling at the way he was built. He reached the dipped in Vegeta’s spine and glanced back at his face, nothing. He slid his hand up over the round curve of his rear slowly and once again glanced back, still nothing. His hand moved to cup and softly squeeze the firm-flesh there; his heart raced around in his rib cage and despite the cold water heat flamed his desire.

"Do you want to?" asked a soft almost mellow voice.

Goten gasps, slipped, and fell back into the water. He came up sputtering and flailing. After coughing the water out of his lungs he turned almost fearful eyes to the saiyan no ouji who still had his head pillowed on his folded arms; his face turned his way and his eyes looking straight at him. There was no anger there on the prince’s face, a strange look of calm and total acceptance. Goten stood there blinking wide eyes at him.

"I said," said Vegeta sliding up to sit on the pad, eyes holding Goten’s, "do you want to?"

"Want to what?" whispered Goten in a small voice.

Vegeta tossed back his head and laughed. The laugh quieted down to a light chuckle and the prince turned his attention back to the wet demi-saiyan. He then slid off the pad and wadded over to Goten, reaching up a hand he took hold of the boy’s chin and leaned in to press his smaller front to Goten’s larger one, fitting them snuggly from groin to chest. He leaned in till his mouth and Goten’s were a breath apart and asked again. "Do you want to?"

Goten’s answer was to close the short distance between them and seal the prince’s mouth with his own, his hands moved up to grip Vegeta’s shoulders as he was now the one doing most of the leaning in, bending Vegeta over backwards slightly as he sought to deepen the kiss. He groaned loudly into the saiyan’s mouth, rubbing his now painfully aroused body against the smaller saiyan and trying to devour him with his passion; tongue reaching deep and far. When his lungs complained loudly enough for air he let up watching though half-lidded eyes as his tongue left Vegeta’s mouth and the smaller saiyan’s jaw close to a more comfortable level. The saiyan prince glanced at him and let out a low growl like purr. "I’ll take that as a yes."

The saiyan prince leaned up and opened his mouth to bite Goten on the fleshy part right between the neck and shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to give Goten a little pinch. The demi-saiyan gasped in shock and slipped again, taking them both underwater. He panicked briefly before warm lips sealed over his and shared their own supply of oxygen with him. He forgot all about panicking as his hands sunk into that mass of spiky locks and roughly tugged Vegeta’s head to the side to once again deepening an already deep kiss, rolling them in circles under the water as their tongues hungrily battled.

They both rose with a loud gasp for air, Goten’s hands tangled in Vegeta’s hair, Vegeta’s holding tight to the demi-saiyan’s back. Wordlessly they released each other to start roaming, their hands sliding up and down wet flesh freely squeezing and groping. Hot mouths licked and kissed shoulders and necks as the two staggered about the pool, swaying clumsily in their wild passion trying to get a good feel and taste of the other.

Goten was finding that either one of them was clearly in charge here, they were both freely doing as they pleased. This wasn’t what he wanted; he wanted one of them to get the upper hand so some serious touching and pleasuring could take place. He shivered in delight not sure if he wanted to be in charge or if he wanted to surrender to the fiery prince now chewing softly on his earlobe. It seemed he was correct saiyans didn’t hold anything against male/male sex as Vegeta clearly held some experience in this.

How do you pin or get pinned in water? Wondered Goten as he staggered along the bottom of the pool. He found his answer as he sank down to shoulder height water, which was over Vegeta’s head forcing the saiyan prince to cling to his front, too close to tread water safely. Goten gave the saiyan no ouji his own little smirk as he grabbed hold of him and pin Vegeta’s thighs under his arms, hands snaking back to grab and squeeze the saiyan’s rear, hoisting Vegeta up to mid abs out of the water. Vegeta huffed and his hands went down to grip Goten’s shoulders as the younger man leaned foraword and captured one dark nipple in his mouth.

Vegeta squeezed his eyes shut and bared his teeth, biting back a moan as the younger man teased him mercilessly. He tilted his head back and glanced down. "You’ve done this before."

Goten ran his tongue from Vegeta’s right breast up to his collarbone in one long wet stroke. "Of course, Vegeta-san," he purred nipping lightly at the bone. "When you were my age you already had two kids," he smirked and looked up at the prince through his lashes. "I’m hardly innocent."

"I meant with a man," said Vegeta relaxing his shoulders and reaching up with one hand to pet Goten’s wet hair.

Goten leaned in and nuzzled Vegeta’s front. "Yes, I’m no novice in that area either," he smiled slyly at the older man. "Maybe I can show you a thing or two," he purred, his grip tightened on the smaller man’s rear, as his fingers played over the crack.

Vegeta snorted loudly, fingers tangling in Goten’s black hair to yank the boy’s head back sharply. "I don’t think so boy. You may not be all that innocent, but I have never been innocent to being with." He leaned down till he was nose to nose with the demi-saiyan. "I could show you things you didn’t think humanly possible," he purred before biting Goten gentle on the nose. Goten shivered violently and couldn’t help the small cry that left him as Vegeta’s tail moved down under the water and threaded between his legs to reach back and stoke his tail spot with the tip. The slight moving of the furry appendage to stoke that pleasure spot also caused it to rub up and down along his more private parts, teasing deliciously at his own crack. "Of course," purred Vegeta leaning in to speak softly in his ear, "it helps that I’m not entirely built like a human," he bit down lightly on Goten’s ear.

Goten groaned low and arched his back pressing more tightly to the smaller man, wondering just who had who pinned, him by his trapping hold on Vegeta or the prince by his skilled and devilish touching. His legs trembled at the soft teasing to his most sensitive areas threatened to make them give out on him. Vegeta sensed this and lightened up with his tail.

"Back boy, unless you want to drown us both," said Vegeta.

"Hmm…" groaned Goten leaning back in to attack the smaller man’s front again, his legs slowly moving back to shallower waters, but he kept crouched down to shoulder height hoping Vegeta won’t notice right away so he could continue to play with and taste the other with his tongue. Despite being in a chlorine-fill pool, Vegeta had some kind of sweet arousing taste to his skin that didn’t seem any less powerful after having swum several laps in the water. He’d never tasted anything like it, it sent off all the taste buds on his tongue and made them dance with sensation and pleasure. As if the taste wasn’t addictive enough that sweet scent could also not be masked by the scent of chlorine, was painfully obvious with his nose buried against the smaller saiyan’s chest. All his senses were singing, craving more of the taste, touch, sight, sound, and smell of that bewitching man. He winced in surprise when he ran into the pool’s cement steps with his back and looked up to see amusement once again in Vegeta’s eyes.

"Wha!" managed Goten as Vegeta moved almost too fast to see rolling off him and slamming him against the poolside. "Ve-vegeta-san," said Goten as he was pressed between hard flesh and hard cement. He blushed and leaned his head back as one of Vegeta’s hands moved down between his legs and slipped up his inner thigh. Vegeta leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Goten’s mouth as the boy panted lightly.

"Did you know that there is a very thin line between pain and pleasure?" asked Vegeta mischief lighting his dark eyes.

"Huh?" blinked Goten looking down at the saiyan.

Vegeta smirked at him and reached around with one hand to jab a finger hard into Goten’s spine making the demi-saiyan hiss in pain.

"As a young man I was taught well the fine art of torture," purred the saiyan in a soft affectionate tone. He pressed another point at Goten’s spine hard making a small whimper escape Goten’s lips. "I learned much. Did you know if you press certain presser points along a humanoid’s back you can make the muscles there spasm so hard they’ll snap the victim’s own spine?" He pressed another spot below the shoulder blades that made a feeling like when you hit your funny bony spread all along Goten’s shoulders. The demi-saiyan’s eyes snapped wide in fright, Vegeta gave him that half smile of his. "And I don’t suppose you know that blending pleasure in can ascent pain and vice a versa?" as he said his he lightly touched a spot in the center of Goten’s neck right below his skull.

"Ah!" cried out Goten as a wave of pure bliss swam down his spine making him wrap his arms and legs around the smaller man and cling to him tightly as it ran first down his whole body to his toes then back up to the root of his hair. Oh god! If this was torture he wanted to be Vegeta’s whipping boy! He leaned back against the poolside gasping in gulps of air, still holding tight to Vegeta as he tried to come back to himself. After several moments of just concentrating on breathing correctly Goten turned excited eyes back to the shorter man, silently asking him for more. Vegeta leaned in and gave him another light smack on the lips.

"Sa, boy. What do you want? You still want to shove that lesson of yours up my ass or shall I teach you a few tricks?" he asked grinning slyly the whole time.

Goten purred and wrapped his legs tighter around Vegeta’s waist. "Teach me more sensei," he said nuzzling Vegeta’s throat. He was trembling in barely contained arousal, wanting it all so badly.

Vegeta grinned evilly sending another shiver down Goten’s spine. The saiyan reached up and grabbed the demi-saiyan across the throat leaning till his lips almost brushed Goten’s as he spoke. "Lesson number one, never give them what they want till they beg for it," he punctuated this by slipping his tail between them and stroking it all up and down Goten’s inner thighs. The tip curled up over his buttocks and over his hips; giving maddeningly light teasing stroke with the tip as he went. As he did this he rocked his hips foreword to rotate them against Goten feeling the affects of his administration on the boy’s body.

Goten breathed deeply and closed his eyes, he leaned his head foreword to rest it against Vegeta’s shoulder. His hands slid around to run worshipfully up and down Vegeta’s back, sliding up his neck and briefly tangling in his hair. His chest heaved with arousal as Vegeta’s hands slid over his own skin lightly and tenderly making his body ache for more firm and strong caresses. He groaned and began to plant kisses over Vegeta’s shoulder softly moaning ‘yes’. The light touches had the affect of when someone plays chills and thrills on your back (Kids game were you run your nails over someone’s back usually in a pattern to a song) or when a lover gives light sexually touches before leaving, not meant to fully arouse. Goten squirmed, his own touching becoming far more sexual as he long for Vegeta to do like-wise.

"Vegeta-san," breathed Goten hands lightly scratching along the prince’s back.

"Yes boy?" said Vegeta one of his hands moved down to draw circles around Goten’s tail spot, never touching the circular scar.

"Uh… Vegeta-san… more," said Goten panting into Vegeta’s neck. His arousal pressed hard into Vegeta’s stomach, god he’s was so turned on he was afraid he’d lose it soon if this continued.

"That’s not what I want to hear boy," said Vegeta his tail slipped down and Goten let out a startled gasp as the tip began to twitch back and forth right across his entrance making blood rush to his face as well as other already heated areas.

"Please!" shouted the demi-saiyan pressing his face into Vegeta’s neck and crushing his arms around the man’s shoulder in a desperate hug.

"Hn," snorted Vegeta softly. "I had hoped you wouldn’t be such a quick learner. Very well boy, lesson two: Never do what they expect you to."

"Huh?" said Goten tilting his head to the side right before yipping in shock, totally unprepared for the burning sensation of three fingers thrust into him.

"Etai…." whined Goten, nails digging into Vegeta’s shoulders drawing blood. He let out a cry as all three fingers found and pressed his pleasure spot all at once. Several odd animal-like noises left Goten, not knowing if he hurt or felt good. After several long powerful strokes from Vegeta, Goten decided he felt good and voiced his opinion with soft ahs that build in volume till he was almost shouting them. He arched back as Vegeta nudged his head to the side and sucked hard on his neck, hand keeping up the thick powerful intrusion. Gods, what a rush thought Goten mildly wondering how Vegeta had found his pleasure spot with the first thrust into him. He groaned and leaned over Vegeta’s shoulder awash in pleasure, he opened his eyes half way as he felt wetness on his check and realized he’d smudged Vegeta’s blood on his face from the wound he’d inflicted. Vegeta moved more between his legs to support Goten across his hips and moved his free hand back to find and press his tail spot, his wet tail moved up between them to stroke already taunt nipples from the cold water.

Goten groaned and stuck out his tongue to laps at the wound he’d made, when he’d cleaned all the blood away he sealed his lips over it and sucked drawing out more. He whined softly as Vegeta touched all his pleasure spots at once except his aching arousal that pressed into both their stomachs now.

"Vegeta-san!" he shouted tossing back his head, teeth bloody from drinking from the other man. "More please, oh god, I can’t, I need, oh… God! Vegeta-san!" It had to be against some law of nature to feel this good and not be climaxing; it was the sweetest torture he’d ever felt.

Vegeta stopped sucking on Goten’s throat and dragged his tongue up to stick it in the demi-saiyan’s ear wetly before pulling back. "Do you understand lesson two boy?"
Goten nodded his head rapidly.

"Then," said Vegeta releasing Goten completely to stand between his spread thighs. "There only one thing more you need to remember," he said softly moving down to grip Goten’s thighs, which the demi-saiyan eagerly wrapped around the saiyan’s waist. Goten’s arms moved up to loosely hold Vegeta around the neck as the saiyan moved into position. Goten leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on the prince’s lips.

"What’s lesson three Vegeta-san?" he asked.

"I imagine you know this one already," said Vegeta lifting his gaze and locking it with Goten. "Always give as good as you get," smirked the prince, his hand wrapped Goten’s strained need before he thrust his hips up entering him.

Goten’s mouth dropped open and he looked blankly up. It was such a wonderfully tight fit, truly they compliment each other splendidly. He glanced down at Vegeta to see the prince had closed his eyes a look of concentration and restrain on his fair features, no doubt thinking the same as Goten. It must have been hard for him to hold back and allow Goten to adjust, but he did till Goten rocked against him encouraging him for more. The saiyan no ouji didn’t need any more invite than that, he rocked back to meet Goten and the two began a soft gentle grind both working at an equal pace.

Goten leaned in and buried his face in Vegeta’s stiff hair, inhaling deeply that scent that if any perfume company ever managed to duplicate would no doubt call it something like desire, passion, or sex in a bottle. That potent aroma zapped what little restrain Goten still had and the demi-saiyan soon started to drive himself down hard across Vegeta’s lap, making the prince grunt at the unexpected turn of events.

Vegeta’s brows formed a W and he groaned softly, his own pleasure starting to get to him. Not trusting his strength to last forever, he turned around and leaned his back against the hard poolside, which cost him as Goten used it to his advantage. The demi-saiyan’s hands reached over Vegeta’s shoulders and braced himself with the rim of the pool giving him more leverage and an anchor to push Vegeta back more against the poolside to ride him wildly.

Vegeta let out a loud growl and bucked up to meet the crazed demi-saiyan, Goten answer with his own loud growl, pushing his arousal foreword into Vegeta’s hand and himself back to meet the saiyan.

Goten couldn’t help the excited pant that struck up in his throat as they moved. Vegeta’s thrusts were skillful, extremely intense, and angled to give him the most pleasure; while Goten’s moved with a wild air his thighs sliding down more to grip Vegeta’s own using them as well as his hold on the pool’s rim to lift and lower himself. He watched Vegeta’s face, which was flushed as he lightly panted almost too soft to hear over Goten’s ragged ones. The prince kept his eyes closed all the normally hard lines and angles of his face soften in his pleasure. Vegeta was being incredible gentle with him, but there was a lot of power in his almost slow movements, more a roll than a thrust making his momentum move in a circle that added more power to the next up motion of his hips. Goten licked his lips hands tightening on the pool rim, the pace was gradually, almost to the point he couldn’t feel it, getting stronger and more intense. He realized this was probably how Vegeta had worked Bulma up to a harder love secession adding more power so slowly his partner didn’t feel any pain at all even when it became rough, allowing Vegeta to use some of his power. Goten squeezed with his thighs and began raising his power level, you’re not going to use some of your power with me ouji I want it all, He thought listening as Vegeta’s breath hitched and he gasped softly.

Vegeta leaned back and tilted his head to the side slightly, opening his eyes half way to gaze at the demi-saiyan. "Boy… do you want me to you break into pieces?" he said slightly out of breath.

Goten leaned in and gave Vegeta a very saiyan-like grin. "Hai," he purred right before his hair went golden. "Rip me in two."

Vegeta hissed low and sank down slightly in the water, his legs spreading more in a sited position. He glared up at the saiyan without anger. "You’re asking for it boy," he warned.

"I know," grinned Goten right before his power spiked to level two making Vegeta toss back his head, eyes closing again. Goten couldn’t stop an excited grin from spreading on his face as Vegeta tilted back down his face and opened his eyes, his aqua blue eyes. He held his breath as he watched and felt the saiyan no ouji's power manifest. It wasn’t nearly as violent a power up as he normally saw since there was no hurry or threat to deal with. The increase in ki hardly stirred their surroundings, only made small ripples of water form around them and race across the pool to bounce back. Goten watched in awe as slowly the prince’s mane lengthen into long locks of golden spikes that cascaded down his shoulders, over the pool rim, and into the water to wave like a mermaid’s mane. Vegeta had powered up to super saiyan level three Goten had never seen him at that level. Level three was perhaps the most powerful of all the saiyan forms, maybe even level four, but it was extremely hard to maintain since it drained one’s power far too quickly. Level four was far more useful for fightering as was level two since it didn’t zap one’s chi so much and didn’t have the heavy mane of golden hair. Still it was quite intriguing to see Vegeta with hair down to his butt.

He watched as that half-smirk formed on Vegeta’s lip, Goten didn’t know why but he felt suddenly intimated.

"You’d better hold on to something," said Vegeta softly even his voice sounded more powerful. That was all the warning Goten got before a surge of power raced thought his body and powerful hips moved up against him.

"Sweet…. GOD!!!" howled Goten, hands fisting into the longer golden mane of hair. He knew the power of a super saiyan three from fusing with Trunks to form Gotenks, but he’d never felt such incredible raw power run through just his own personal being. It almost over powered him, made flashes of white dance before his eyes, or were those sparks of power coming off Vegeta, he really couldn’t be sure. He tossed back his head and screamed, arching against Vegeta, giving him better accesses to move. Goten’s whole body trembled with sensory overload and it didn’t take long before he was trembling too violently to support himself up and ended up sprawled over Vegeta’s front, fists still tangled in that long blond hair, face pressed to the saiyan’s throat. Several small whimpers left him as he was treated to the most incredible ride of his life. Vegeta still moving his hips almost slowly, but it was so intense now that it felt like a hard ride only minus the pain. He couldn’t even attempt to out last his partner, climax slammed down on him all too soon making him howl again in pleasure till he had no air to scream with. Completely drained and out of breath he could only roll his eyes up to look at Vegeta’s face. The level three form always seemed to make its user look emotionless, deadly calm, seeing Vegeta like that made a weak shiver go down his spine. Despite the blank look on Vegeta’s face the saiyan reached up a hand and ran it affectionately through Goten’s hair before his eyes slid shut and he groan in pleasure ever so softly, tilting his head back as he did. Goten had excepted a very loud cry or display of power signaling Vegeta’s climax at such a level, but that low groan was the only sign he gave to show his own release. He watched as Vegeta’s power dropped, his hair shortening back to its normal stand up spikes, and once again darkening to midnight black.

Vegeta’s eyes remained closed and Goten was starting to worry that it hadn’t been as satisfying for Vegeta as him. He gasped in shock as the prince sighed loudly, his legs suddenly giving out causing him to sink right under the water.

"Vegeta-san!" he shouted reaching down to fish the man out. "You alright?" he asked in concern.

Vegeta gave him a coy smile. "Damn boy," he said voice full of satisfaction. "Damn," he repeated seeming to be the only thing he could think of to describe how good he felt right then.

Goten gave him his own smile back. "Need a cigarette?" he asked moving to sit over on the cement steps, holding Vegeta loosely around the shoulders.
"Actually I think I do," said Vegeta.

"Me too," said Goten glancing over to his pile of clothes. Luckily for him they weren’t too far from the pool and all he had to do was reach over and pull his pants closer to him. He fished around in his pockets and pulled out a carton of smokes, pulling two out he gave one to Vegeta and lay back next to the saiyan, lighting his own with a ki lit finger. He offered the finger to the saiyan prince who snorted and let Goten light it for him. Both breathed in deeply and exhaled a large puff of smoke.

Goten couldn’t remember feeling this good and relaxed in a long time as Vegeta casually leaned back against his thigh and continued to smoke with him. I could get use to this thought Goten with a pleased smile. They stayed that way for several long minutes just basking in each other company and not saying a word. When Goten got half way through with his cigarette he pulled it out of his mouth and ground it into the concert beside the pool.

"Well I guess I’ll be going," he stated, moving to climb out of the pool and towards his clothes. Vegeta glanced casually at him out of the corner of his eye. "I’ve got a few things I should do today," he said slipping on his boxers and pants. "But, I’ll be seeing you again soon." He smiled in a naughty fashion. "Maybe you can go level four next time."

Vegeta snorted. "Wouldn’t be the same as three," he said around the cigarette turning his eyes to look blankly foreword.

"I imagine not," smiled Goten tugging his shirt over his head. "Think it’d be even better?" he asked, voice hinting at excitement.

Vegeta gave another amused snort. "Possibly, we could always find out," he said pulling the cigarette out of his mouth to blow a drag of smoke out, then put it back, and turned over on his belly to lean his arms on the pool rim looking at the demi-saiyan.

Goten shivered under that dark gaze that invited him for a second round. He sat down by the pool rim to start pulling his socks and shoes on. "Vegeta if I don’t go now I may never leave," said Goten trying to avoid looking at the sexy saiyan, but he could still see Vegeta’s tail swaying in a predatory fashion behind the prince.

"Something wrong with that?" asked Vegeta.

Goten laughed weakly. "Yah, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep up," he said finishing with his shoes.

"Hmm, afraid of me are you boy?" said Vegeta amusement coloring his voice, he moved over leaning against the rim right next to Goten. "I don’t bite… hard," he smirked leaning over to bite Goten on the thigh through his pant leg.

Goten couldn’t help the laugh that erupted from him, the bite being more ticklish than anything else. "I’d better get out of here before you eat me alive," laughed Goten swinging his legs back over the pool rim and away from Vegeta’s nipping jaws.

Vegeta smiled at him still with that dark humor of his then a serious look crossed his face. "Stay and I promise you won’t regret it, but leave and I make no promises," said the prince locking eyes with Goten to show him he was totally serious.

Goten looked at him a long time a confused look on his cute face. He moved to kneel down before the wet saiyan and reached down a hand to caress the side of his face. He took the cigarette from Vegeta’s mouth and leaned down to kiss him softly and tenderly. When he pulled back he offered the cigarette back to Vegeta who took it in his teeth. "Even if you aren’t making any promises, I promise you I’ll be back ," he smiled softly, letting his fingers go back to caressing the side of Vegeta’s face. "I’ll be back even if I have to fight to get here every inch of the way," he smirked.

Vegeta snorted and closed his eyes. "I hope your really mean that boy," he said.

"Of course I do," laughed Goten getting up and dusting off his pants. "I’ll be back before you know it," he said waving and turning around to walk back into the CC building and towards the front door.

Vegeta didn’t open his eyes till he was sure Goten was moving away from the building. He let out an almost depressed sounding sigh. Taking the cigarette out of his mouth he ground it into the cement. "Are these Sons all the same?" he asked softly, disappointment coloring his words. He rested his chin on his folded arms which rested on the pool rim a small frown touched his lips. With a grunt he pulled himself out of the water and gave himself a shake to get ride of some of the excess water. He frowned harder and placed a hand on his stomach, which seemed to be tying itself up in knots for some odd reason. He slowly ran his tongue over his lips, suddenly really wishing Goten hadn’t left as his blood burned him from the inside out. He moved his hand up to rub his forehand and winced as a moment of dizziness hit him almost making him lose his balance. Shaking his head he moved toward the house grumbling about filling a bathtub with ice and soaking in that the rest of the day.