My Love

This fic was written in response to Zabjade’s fanfic challenge. Here are the rules:

1. Vegeta must be the main character.
2. He must get his tail back in some plausible way.
3. He must go into heat.
4. Goku, adult Gohan, and adult Goten have to fight over which one gets him.
5. Vegeta has to fight and lose against the winner.
6. There must be a graphic, but tasteful, sex scene.
7. Bulma must be dead.
8. Vegeta must have cared about Bulma a lot.
9. No rape.
10. Everybody must be in character as much as possible.

You might have read this fic long ago, It’s at least six years old; however, I’ve never posted on any fanfiction site beside my own due to its very adult nature. I’ll probably end up posting all my mature writing here sooner or later.
Enjoy

Ja ne
b-chan


My Love
Chapter 1: My First love

(Takes place around 40-50 years after GT)

Vegeta sighed and rolled over on the giant king-size bed, the empty giant king-size bed, the too big king-size bed. With a grunt he lifted his pillow and hid his head under it to escape the torturing rays of the sun shinny through the large pair of glass doors across the room from him. He really needed to move his bed to a different side of the room. His brows turned down as he shoved the pillow aside and glanced over his shoulder at the glass doors, he twisted his head to the side and looked at the electronic clock on the bed stand to his right.

"1:00 p.m.!" he cried looking with shock at the thing. He dragged himself over to the table and scooped up his watch lying there. He frowned darkly at it as he read that it was indeed 1:00 p.m., he let out a startled gasp as he read the date on the watch. He’d been asleep for almost three days!

Vegeta stared dumbfounded at the watch in his hand for several moments before dropping it back down on the bed stand and turning to slide his legs over the mattress and onto the floor. He wobbled slightly as he stood up feeling very bed worn. He stretched and yawned loudly, reaching up a hand to rub at his eye feeling the grit of sleepy sand there.

"Good Dende… " He muttered wondering why he’d suddenly gone into hibernation like that. His stomach announced loudly that it hadn’t been feed for awhile. Vegeta swung his arms around and twisted his upper body from side to side trying to loosen up his joints, which were a bit stiff from the long sleep in. He glanced in the direction of the bathroom and thought about taking a quick shower first, but decided that could wait till later after he’d refueled.

Yawning every now and than he rummaged through his closet selecting something comfortable to wear. He pulled on a pair of worn blue jeans, tight around the butt and thighs, loose at the knees and calves. A purple, stretchy, muscle shirt that Bra had bought him as a gift for some holiday long ago completed the assumable, the words ‘Hail to the King Baby’ written across the front of it. He only wore it around the house and usually only when Bra was around since it made her happy to see him in the clothes she bought for him.

"Like her mother," he thought, pulling the fly to the jeans up after threading his tail thought the hole torn in the back. His mate always had loved trying to drag him out shopping and dress him up in silly human clothes. Even when she’d gotten older she’d still loved to do so, stating that when you had a husband with an ass as great as his it was a crime not to show it off. He laughed softly to himself remembering her teasing comments about him being nothing but a trophy husband, said he filled that roll rather well, usually slapping him on the behind as she did so.

He wondered why he was thinking about his dead mate his morning, she’d been gone for around 20 years now having reached the limit a human body could take finally dying at the ripe age of 91. It’d been kind of sad watching her grow old while he stayed looking so young and youthful. Vegeta snorted running his fingers through his spiky black hair, all the combing the thick stiff strands needed, they never got tangled it wasn’t physically possible. He was being too sentimental, that crazy woman had actually rubbed off on him some where along the line. He missed her… missed her a lot at the moment. Fate was cruel to hand him such a creature and take her away just when he was starting to learn how much she meant to him.

When had he first begun to understand his true feelings for her? Hmm, now he remembered Bra; it was the day Bra was born that he looked true happiness in the face and for once smiled. He hadn’t been there when Trunks had been born, believing trying to reach super saiyan was more important back than. In fact, he’d been out in space when it’d happened doing some severe survival training. So he’d been utterly awed, and even a bit fearful when Bulma had gone into labor with their second offspring. That woman had scared the living daylights out of him, turning into raving hellcat that cursed all mankind and specially him for her current condition. He thought he knew some interesting cuss words, but boy she’d put him to shame.

Vegeta laughed softly to himself as he turned the doorknob and walked down the hall towards the kitchen.
Yah Bulma had been one tough cookie, but after when the hard birthing part was over and he felt it was safe to go near her again, she’d had the most sated pretty look on her face that the sweat and disarray of her hair couldn’t cover up. And, when the nurse had handed her their new baby girl he’d held his breath in awe, he’d never seen anything so beautiful as his wife than.

After that the fearless saiyan no ouji hadn’t had a chance. He smiled to himself as he stepped into the kitchen; of course, Bra had helped in taking the edge off him. He’d finally started adjusting to human culture and giving into the demands of the two important ladies in his life, even making an effort to spend more time with his young son beside the usual spar. It had been a very awkward, clumsy, foolish, and happy time for him.

"Good times," he muttered to himself as he stepped in front of the refrigerator and opened it to pull out some left over roast beef, mayonnaise, lettuces, toppings, tomatoes, and anything else that looked good to make himself one whopper of a sandwich. The sandwich was poorly matched to survive against a saiyan’s appetite, especially when the saiyan hadn’t eaten for three days. It wasn’t long before he went back to the refrigerator to look for something else to sustain him.

"Hey dad," said Trunks walking into the room dressed in a pale green business suit. "Haven’t seen you for awhile. Where you’ve been hiding?" he asked leaning over his father’s shoulder to grab a cold soda.

"Nowhere," muttered Vegeta leaning farther down to see if anything edible was hidden at the bottom of the refrigerator. "I thought you’d be on the moon by now," came Vegeta slightly muffled voice. He was referring to the new colonies that had been established on the moon. The earthlings had finally developed sophisticated enough equipment to do so and had turned almost half the once barren moon into a tropical forest, speckled with small cities and around a dozen large ones. It was regarded as almost a tropical paradise, except for the lack of water, they were still working on developing lakes and creating working ecosystems. For the most part plants, domestic animals, and humans were the only living organisms up there at the moment.

Trunks, as the president of capsule corps, had been working closely together with other companies to make the whole thing work; he’d designed most of the buildings, transport ships, and structures. Truly he was regarded as the one that had colonized the moon for without his brains and Capsule corps’ money it probably would have been years before they’d gotten as far as they had. Since he was so involved with the project he was frequently off world making sure everything worked smoothly, making improvements to the different machines there that were Capsule corps responsibility to maintain.

"I’m leaving later today, I still need to pack a few things. Oh, before I forget Bra left you a message," he said gesturing toward the computer conceal set up on the counter.

"Hn," said Vegeta settling for a bunch of bananas and a can of beer. He pushed the refrigerator door closed with his hip, moved toward the conceal, hooked a chair with his foot pulling it out, and sat down in front of the computer. "Are you taking your mate with you?" asked Vegeta switching the computer on.

"Pan? Yah, she’ll be here soon. She’s really excited about the idea of introducing butterflies, emus, bees, and dolphins of all things on the moon. I think she just wants to put them up there because she thinks they’re cute," he smiled taking a big gulp of his soda.

"Hn," snorted Vegeta again. Trunks had mated to Pan about 40 something years back. They’d both been rather close friends for as long as Vegeta could remember and had only gotten closer as everyone around them ages while they continued to look like a pair of teenagers. He hadn’t been surprised when they’d announced their engagement, it had seemed like the logical thing for them to do given their life spans. The young Son female had become a zoologist, working mostly on the moon project with Trunks only her department was creating the fragile ecosystem not installing machines like Trunks. It was kind of strange, they were opposites and acted like friends more than husband and wife. Of course, he’d heard that friends made the best life partners when it came to human relationships. He was personally happy for the addition of the Son female to his clan she had the saiyan fighting spirit, intelligence inherited by both parents, and although not overly beautiful a pretty air similar to Kakarot’s late mate. Many good qualities to have in a mate though she had a stubborn strike a mile long.

He smirked to himself, yes a good match for his son. She’d keep him on his toes and prevent him from slacking off on his training. The boy always had neglected training when he got too involved in some project and with him on the moon Vegeta couldn’t drag his butt off to make sure he kept his skills sharp. He’d been down right pleased with the slight female when she’d asked him if he had a spare gravity room capsule she and Trunks could have to train with.

He turned his attention back to the conceal and typed in the keys that would access the recorded message. A picture of Bra, skin sun browned, dressed in a tight neon pink crop-top, and torn, tattered, cut off shorts appeared on the screen.

"Hi papa!" she called waving cheerfully from the screen. "Bra here! Reporting she’s a o k and missing you greatly. I’ve been having a great time here on the moon with Uub-kun, nisan was right this place is just great. We’ve decided to stay another week, hope you don’t starve," she grinned showing her white teeth. "We’ll probably come back with Pan-chan and Trunks, but no promises. At this rate we may decide to move up here," she teased. "You should join us next time, you never go on vacations it’s a shame. Richest man on the planet and you don’t spend a dime," she clicked her tongue and waved a finger at him. "Well I’m more than making up for that, I’ve already picked up some great presents for everyone."

She glanced to the side and smiled, waving her hand at something off the screen. A moment later Uub appeared in the screen behind Bra and wrapped his brown arms around her shoulders smiling into the camera.

"Hi Vegeta-san," he waved. "Don’t worry, I won’t let her drain your bank account dry." Bra gave him a mock punch, smiling widely. "We’re going to see Nell Armstrong’s foot prints today, look at some historic monuments and stuff. It’s hot here without rain or many man-made lakes, but we’re managing with lots of the strange beverages here, many, of which, are alcoholic. I envy you saiyans and your resistance to liquor. Bra’s been downing those things left and right and only gets slightly buzzed while poor me gets sloshed and wakes up the next morning with one monster of a hangover."

Bra laughed and looped her arms around his neck. "You’re cute when you’re sloshed," he purred nipping at his ear. Uub had the decently to blush and after a moment with Bra leaning into him, her lips puckered, he lifted a hand and cover the camera lens with it. A loud smooch could be heard while only Uub’s brown hand could be seen, the screen shook slightly as Uub no doubt was trying to keep it covered and stand up to Bra’s onslaught.

Vegeta didn’t know whether to be amused or annoyed. His protective father instincts were saying ‘get your dirty hands off my daughter’ and the saiyan side of him was going ‘way to go Bra’. Proud that his second born was able to dominate her mate even if Uub was at least as strong as a super saiyan level three while she only at level one. Of course, Uub did have a submissive gentleman like air around him as far as women were concerned, which put him (Vegeta) at ease a little as far as Bra went. He didn’t have to worry about Uub taking advantage of her; Bra was the more likely one to use her sex appeal and charm to manipulate him.

Bra and Uub were currently on their honeymoon. Bra, like her brother, had suffered the fate of being a long living creature on a short living planet. They’d all been surprised when Uub had shown up after a long absents of many years; the boy hadn’t changed much at all. Like the saiyans the demi-demon had discovered the length of his life span and in desperate need of some friends and company moved to Satan City to be near most of the demi-saiyans and himself. Uub, for the most part, had been human at birth, but after he merged with fat Buu he’d taken on all his powers and life force. Buu had been thousands of years old when he’d been unsealed, none of them knew how long Uub would live with the majin’s powers strengthening his human body. Terrified about the idea of being alone forever the reincarnation of evil Buu had taken a shine to his daughter who like him seemed to be eternally youthful. A long steady relationship formed between them that lasted for close to 30 years before Uub had worked up the courage to ask her to marry him. His daughter had been ecstatic and the biggest wedding in history had taken place.

They’d all been so happy for her, though Vegeta was saddened that his mate, Bulma, had never gotten to see her daughter walk down the isle. With such long lives Bra and Trunks had the luxury of time to find a suitable partner, unfortunately this meant everyone else who didn’t have that luxury wouldn’t get to see them tie the knot.

Finally the smooching was over and Uub drew back his hand. "We’re going to leave soon, so we need to wrap this up," smiled Bra. "Can’t wait to see Pan and Trunks when they get here, and missing you dearly papa. Don’t forget to go out and buy some groceries or the refrigerator will get very empty very fast. Love you, Bra out," she blew a kiss at the screen before it went black.
"Hn," smiled Vegeta leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

"Bra sure looked happy," came Trunks’ warm voice from behind him. "I’m glad for her and Uub, they make a cute couple."

"Hn," said Vegeta again. Yes a very good match indeed. Uub, the boy Goku had devoted ten years of his life to the neglect of everything else to train. The boy was powerful, very powerful. Despite the massive power level Uub was very kind hearted; of course, that had been Goku’s wish that Buu would come back as a good person. Yes, the majin worked well with his daughter and would no doubt have strong, intelligent, and beautiful offspring with her in the future.

Hmm, it might be fun to take on a student someday; life was getting pretty boring on his part. He could use some more excitement he was turning into a hermit. A very disturbing picture of himself looking like Master Roshi popped into his head and a look of horror crossed his normally stern features. Those brats of mine better get to work on making brats of their own he thought, I definitely don’t want to end up like that. He knew he was anti-social and didn’t really want to work on making human friends, they’d all croak on him sooner or later anyway. Therefore, he preferred to limit his socializing to within his clan circle, which only included his own family, the Sons, and the Nameks (I’m on a Piccolo high these days so despite the fact that the dumb writers of GT killed him for no reason he’s alive in this fic).

Just than the door banged opened and the sound of chitchat could be heard moving down the hall towards them.

"Now you be careful, don’t accidentally release killer bees or something on the moon," said Gohan smiling down at his daughter as they walked into the kitchen.

"I won’t dad," laughed Pan. "They’re honey bees, we need them to palliate so the plant life becomes self serving."

"Hmm, going to make the moon the land of milk and honey? They’ve got dairies up there don’t they?"

"Yah, all civilization’s modern conveniences," said Pan turning her head foreword to see who was in the kitchen. "Hello Vegeta-san," she said while going over to give her lavender haired mate a light kiss on the lips.

"Vegeta-san," smiled Gohan.

Vegeta merle nodded his head in greeting, snapping open his beer to take a drink.

"I came to see Pan off," said Gohan. Gohan had loosened up over the last couple years. He’d gone back to a younger look, reminding Vegeta of how he was when Buu appeared, less tidy and uptight; he’d let those few locks of defiant hair lean down back over his face as they once had. He’d also switched the thick-frame glasses for a pair of lightweight metal wire frames the metal tinted a light green and only bordering the lens at the top. His dress, while still proper and business like, was more comfortable looking. No longer did he constantly were a blazer, preferring to wear long sleeved work shirts, a tie, slacks or khakis, and a Varity of nice vests. He looked rather handsome and intelligent though still someone that knew how to have a good time.

Vegeta allowed his eyes to run up and down the oldest Son brother’s frame, it appeared Gohan had also gone back to training, which was good. He resented the fact that the boy had stopped, he could have surpassed all the demi-saiyans, surpassed him, surpassed his own father, but he’d settled for a peaceful human existence and focused more on his job. Gohan had poured too much energy into that meaningless job, true he’d probably gotten some satisfaction out of teaching, but in the end Vegeta figure he’d have been happier if he’d spent more time with his mate when he had the chance. He’d been a miserable wreak when Videl had died some 3-4 years ago. He’d actually quit his job and disappeared for half a year, no one, not even his father, had been able to find him. Though Vegeta suspected that the Nameks knew where he was.

He took her death so hard. Something you can relate to ne Vegeta nagged a part of his mind. No, I didn’t fall apart, I knew she would die before me when I choose her. I just felt so… empty inside he mused. Once again he longed for her, longed to have her young and whole next to him. Why do I miss her so today? He pondered.

"Dad have you ever considered going to the moon, you could probably find a great job up there," said Pan.

Gohan smiled. "No honey, I like the earth, besides I have a great job," he said giving Trunks a wink. Gohan after finally getting over his mourning had returned to find himself homeless and jobless, thus Trunks had willingly offered him a high paying job for Capsule corps. Gohan was indeed a scholar and his skills had greatly benefited Capsule corps.

Trunks laughed warmly and patted Pan on the shoulder. "Yah Pan. Don’t try and steal my best worker."

"It’s not right that my dad works for you," said Pan crossing her arms. "He’s older and smarter than you."

"Hey!" protested Trunks not liking the smarter part. "What do you mean by that?"

Everyone chuckled warmly.

Gohan suddenly stopped laughing and sniffed the air. "Something smells good," he commented. "Did you buy a new perfume Pan?"

Pan shook her head. "I don’t wear fu-fu," said Pan sticking out her tongue is distaste.

"Hm? You than Trunks?" he asked looking at the lavender haired demi-saiyan.

"Just my usually, you know what that smells like," said Trunks in a bit of confusion.

"Hmm?" Everyone’s eyes turned to Vegeta.

"What?" asked the prince.

Gohan walked over to him and leaned over to breathe in deeply. His eyes blinked a few times and he took another draw of the saiyan’s scent. "Vegeta-san, have you started wearing colon?" he asked.

"What?" asked Vegeta raising an eyebrow at him.

"Guy fu-fu," said Pan poking Trunks in the side and smiling at him teasingly.

"No! I wouldn’t wear something like that," snapped Vegeta.

"Really?" asked Gohan. "You smell," he stopped taking another whiff, "really good though."

Vegeta looked at him oddly. That’s not possible I haven’t shower in three days, I probably smell, he lifted his arm and breathed in… terrible. He snorted deciding he would take that shower as soon as everyone left.

Pan moved over to him and sniffed quickly coming up with the same conclusion Vegeta had. "Eewwe! Sweaty guy!" he said plugging her nose.

Vegeta looked less then pleased when his own son stepped foreword and inhaled as well. He glanced around at the semi-circle of three breathing in his less than fresh scent a very annoyed look found its way on Vegeta’s face.

"Gohan," said Trunks stepping back. "I think something is terribly wrong with your sense of smell."

The older Son brother looked puzzled at that remark and leaned in to breath in again, actually burying his nose in Vegeta’s hair and breathing in deep.

That was the last straw for Vegeta. "Would you get away from me!" he snapped pushing the three away. "I stink, I haven’t showered yet, okay," he growled.

Gohan still had that confused look on his face. "You smell great to me."

Everyone gave the older Son brother very odd looks.

"I can’t tell if he’s trying to make fun of me or if he’s serious," muttered Vegeta under his breath. Next time I starve for a few more minutes and take the damn shower he promised himself.

"Hey! Anyone home!" called a cheerful familiar voice from the door.

"Goten ji-san! Is that you?" asked Pan moving over to peer around the corner.

"Yo," smiled Goten reaching up to pat her head.

"Goten!" smiled Pan hugging him. "What are you doing here?" she questioned.

"Well all my favorite people are here," said Goten gesturing in a semi-circle at the people gather. "You, Trunks, Gohan, and let’s not forget Vegeta-san," he said teasingly.

"You looking for a pounded brat?" asked Vegeta in a slightly amused voice.

Goten laughed nervously and waved his hands before his face as if to ward him off. "Hehe… how about a rain check."

"Hn," snorted Vegeta crossing his arms. "Later than," he said with a smug smirk.

Goten sweat dropped and rubbed the back of his head looking very much like his father. "I’m a dead man…."

Trunks laughed and went over to slap his long time best friend on the back. "Don’t worry if he wants to kill you that means he likes you."
"And that’s suppose to make me not worry?" asked Goten.

Everyone laughed at that.

Vegeta let his soft laughed died down before everyone else’s and looked at the youngest Son again. Goten never seemed to have gotten over the teen stage, like his own son he looked every bit as young as he had at the age of twenty. His dress habits looked a little more mature, a tight black turtleneck and baggy dark blue denim pants, hinting at a well muscled body. He had a handsome, casually, clean air about him that didn’t suit a wild teenager. So in that sense he seemed mature, though he had retained his cheerful carefree manners; it was easy to mistake him for some young punk. Like all those of saiyan blood Goten had problems in the dating pool. He’d had a very serious romantic relationship with Marron, Krillin’s only child, but they’d broken it off before they could get too far. Goten had realized the truth as they all had and chickened out. He’d felt like he was watching Marron die before his eyes, noticing small signs of aging in the pretty blond. Perhaps it was good that he hadn’t formed a life bond with her, as she was now a happy grandmother looking every bit the part of one.

Yes it was a cold cruel irony to live as they did, virtually untouched by time. The Son family had had it the worst. Goten was on a consent dating chain, never allowing himself to stay with one person too long for fear he’d fall in love and have to watch her wither away. In a sense the boy was like that fool that had dated his mate: Yamacha. Going out with any and all types of girls simply to have fun, not ready for a commitment. Not that he blamed the boy for trying to avoid heartbreak. Unlike like Bra and Trunks there was no prefect someone out there for him, just a sea of humans. If he ever did get caught in the love-lock he would outlive his mate as he, Gohan, and Goku had. He almost felt sorry for the boy, if Bra hadn’t already been taken he might have considered allowing him to date her, though he didn’t like the idea since the youngest Son was such a playboy. He was personally glad Bra had picked the demi-demon, they made a nicer match and he could trust the majin to treat her right.

Goten stopped his nervous laugh and sniffed the air. "Hey, what are you guys making? It’s smells good," he said closing his eyes and scenting the air. With his eyes closed he didn’t see Gohan’s shocked look. Wordlessly Goten followed his nose like a bloodhound on the trail till he got to the sources of that delicious aroma. He was greatly surprised when he opened his eyes to see Vegeta glaring death at him.

"Not you too!" said Trunks in shock.

Goten glanced over his shoulder at him then looked back at Vegeta. "You mean its Vegeta that smell so good?" he asked leaning closer to the prince and sniffing. "Wow, Vegeta you do smell good."

"One centimeter closer and I deck you," warned Vegeta.

A blush suddenly spread on the youngest Son’s face as he jumped back and laughed nervously again. "Don’t hit me please Vegeta-san," he said attempting to look harmless and innocent.

Gohan laughed. "See my sense of smell isn’t messed up, he does smell great, doesn’t he Goten."

"Yup, he sure does," said Goten looking at Vegeta.

"Hn," snorted Vegeta crossing his arms and looking away as everyone laughed again. What’s with those two?! They had to be playing some stupid trick on him.

"Dad," called Pan. "Do you think ojii-san will show up to see us off?"

"Sa, I don’t know," said Gohan with a small smile.

Vegeta snorted. Kakarot, for being such a loved and pure guy could sure be such an ass at times. He was still a child at heart, though definitely mature. Kakarot seemed to be ignorant to the feelings of others at times. Many of his good friends had died wishing they could have seen him just one more time. He’d returned from his little trip with Shenlong about 25-years ago, grown back into a mature body. Kakarot had never grasped the concept of time, and it appeared that with that wish to be a kid again he’d outlive them all. Hell, technology he was younger then both his sons.

Kakarot’s mate had managed to hold out till he returned, the poor thing looked twice as old as she’d been, worry lines all over her once fair complexion. The elder woman had wept with joy when he returned, having always been loyal to him and believing that no matter what he’d always come back to her. Which technically he always had, but once again the concept of time slipped him. When he’d been killed holding back Raditz one year gone there, afterward only a few months having defeating himself (Vegeta) he’d run off to Namek leaving her again for another year. Then when he’d returned he’d been warned of danger by Mirai Trunks and there went three more years as he trained all day to get strong enough to face the androids. Androids came and went, then Cell, seven years dead. The baka had chosen to stay dead, chose some training in the afterlife over being with his friends and family. Then he’d returned when the Kai-oo-shin had given him his life force, ten years he’d lived with his mate and sons out in the wilderness forgetting his friends in the cities.

He and Bulma had visited the Son family many times over those ten years, taking the five hour long drives to and from or when Vegeta was too impatient flying there under his own power. It would have been easy for the silly saiyan to use his instant transmission to teleport to the western capital or Satan city but he’d blissfully never thought to do so. Ten years out in the wilds then he’d seen Uub and gotten so excited he’d waved good bye to his family and left to go train the boy for ten years. Ten years and then he got shrunk by a silly wish and had to leave to find the dragon balls in space, two-thirds of a year gone there. Then trouble everyone gets possessed by Baby. Vegeta shivered in remembrance of the vengeful creature that had used his body as a host shell, suppressing his consciousness within his mind. It made his skin crawl just remembering it. Baby used the dragon balls and Kakarot had to go find them again after defeating him. Then the new trouble of evil dragon balls and dragons, and bye bye I’m off with Shenlong.

How many years had he actually had with that raven-haired hellcat? Maybe only 15 to 20 where he’d actually stayed with her. No wonder she’d been so bitter and determined to make Gohan a scholar. Still she’d been happy when he’d reappeared inside her kitchen with no warning and announced he was hungry and wondering if she’d make him some of her great dishes.

He had to admit that whenever the brainless wonder did show up even he was happy to see him, it was hard to stay angry at such an innocent looking fellow. He guessed Goku just didn’t know any better, his whole life and death he’d been surrounded by challenges and people who thought he was the best thing since sliced bread. Whole groups of people chimed his name whenever he showed up and ran to be around him. Goku had probably never been outright rejected by anyone. He, Vegeta, had probably been the closest to making the other saiyan feel unwanted and to saying to his face that he hated him, though he’d wrapped a challenge in his bitter words which had only drawn the third class baka in, Kakarot was just incapable of refusing a challenge. In the end he’d lost in that too and come to except Kakarot as everyone else had, though he’d be damned if he’d ever chime his name and leap for joy if the absentminded saiyan ever decided to grace him with his presents.

The saiyan prince’s eyes snapped wide and he choked on his drink as something blurred into existence right in front of him. Before he could think he reacted instinctually rocked his weight back in the chair away from the sudden attack and promptly lost his balance tipping the chair right over.

Crash!

Vegeta hit the floor hard, lost his beer, hissed a curse as he winced and rubbed the back of his head.

"Oi! Gomen Vegeta!" cried a too familiar high-pitch voice.

"This just isn’t my day," muttered the saiyan prince looking up at the object of his current thoughts.

"Otou-san!"

"Ojii-san!"

"Goku-san!" cried the other persons gathered, crowding around the invader.

Goku laughed merrily. "Konichiwa minna!" he smiled rubbing the back of his head.

"Hn," snorted Vegeta in greeting moving to climb back to his feet. Once he was up he reached down and yanked the chair up as well then dusted off his pants, carefully pawing at his tail to rid it of any dust particles. "Baka, can’t you just walk through the door," he grumbled.

Goku laughed innocently and continued to rub the back of his head. "Gomen Vegeta, I’ll try and remember that next time." He stopped his sheepish act and sniffed the air. "Ohhhh! Something smells good," he cried.

That was it, Vegeta had reached the end of his rope.

"Kisama!" He hissed making fists at his sides and crouching down in a stance. "Whatever the hell you three are trying to pull stop it now!"

"See, see! Me and Gohan are right, Vegeta does smell good!" said Goten pointing at the pissed saiyan prince.

"Eh?" said Goku going over to grab Vegeta by the shoulders and ducked his head to get a good breath. "Oro? Wow Vegeta you smell yummy!" he cried.

Everyone watched as the shorter saiyan started to throttle the larger one.

"Kakarot!" he raged while the taller saiyan’s head snapped back and forth.

"Tou-san," cried Trunks moving over to try and calm his father as well as pry his hands off the other saiyan’s throat. Soon both Gohan and Goten joined in trying to separate the two saiyans.

Pan clicked her tongue and shook her head listening to the four men shout and grunt crashing around the large kitchen.

They finally came apart causing everyone to go falling backwards. Goku’s back hit the counter and he caught Trunks as the boy stumbled back into him. The rest however…

Gohan grunted hard as he landed flat on his back, the air was blasted from his lungs as Vegeta fell across his front, and he was prevented from trying to refill them as Goten fell right on top of Vegeta. All three lay dazed a moment, though Gohan was the first to recover. His eyes snapping wide as Vegeta groaned and attempted to sit up from straddling his lap, only to realize he was pinned down by a dazed Son Goten. Gohan held his breath, unable to stop a blush from crossing his cheeks, as Vegeta bucked trying to toss Goten off him, causing his lean frame to rub up and down Gohan’s groin and stomach. Oh my god! Thought Gohan as the sensation was starting to spark the warm tingle of arousal in him. That incredible scent was all over him now saturating all his senses with its potent body.

"Get off me!" snapped Vegeta glaring back over his shoulder at the youngest Son.

Goten blinked dazed eyes and shook his head to clear the stars from them. Something was rocking back and forth under him lighting his loins on fire. That sweet scent was so strong now, he subconsciously buried his nose in the black strands of stiff hair under him and breathed in deeply. ‘Get off?’ that was the last thing he wanted to do. He blinked his eyes and snapped back his head as someone fisted a hand in the back of his shirt and hauled him off the warm body under him.

Goku watched the struggling pile of limbs for a moment, normally he would have found the scene comical but at the moment he didn’t see anything funny about it. His two sons had Vegeta sandwiched between them their bodies rubbing madly together. He waited for them to stop and detangle themselves, but either of his sons seemed to be in a hurry to do so. His tail began to lash behind him the only visual sign that the scene was starting to anger him. He really didn’t like his sons being ‘that’ close to Vegeta. Hell, he really didn’t want them looking at him let along touching him. He decided he’d had enough and walked over to pull his youngest son off the top of the pile.

"Otou-san," whispered Goten looking back at his father. For a brief second he wanted to bare his teeth and growled a warning in his throat at the man. He didn’t though, as he didn’t know why the impulse had come to him.

Gohan let out a slightly ragged breath as Goten’s weight was pulled off him, leaving only Vegeta. The desire to buck his hips up and grind them between the smaller man’s was so powerful his hands lifted up and gripped Vegeta by the waist as the older man started to move to get off him. He almost opened his mouth and asked the full-blooded saiyan to stay where he was, but froze as Vegeta gave him a questioning look.

Goku set his youngest son down on his feet and leaning over to wrap his arms around Vegeta’s slender waist pulling the smaller man off his oldest son and back against him.

Vegeta hissed in outrage as his feet weren’t even touching the floor like this; he glared murder at the other saiyan.

"Heheh, oops, Gomen Vegeta," he smiled charmingly again and set the prince down on his feet though keeping his hands braced against the smaller saiyan’s sides. His massive hands almost circled Vegeta’s waist.

Gohan didn’t know why but watching that sparked an acute sense of anger in him. He climbed back to his feet eyeing his father in an untrustworthy fashion. He was sure his blood started to boil as Goku continued to hold Vegeta by the sides and laugh cheerfully as the saiyan prince’s glared murder at him.

"What a bunch of crazy people," said Pan in amusement going back over to her mate. "Are you ready to go Trunks?" she asked.

"Um, almost, just need to pack some toilette, toothbrush, comb, things like that."

"Well go do it," said Pan shoving him towards the hall and giving him a swipe on the behind. "If we don’t leave soon at his rate those four will kill each other and we’ll be stuck in the middle of it."

"Yes ma’am," grinned Trunks saluting her before walking off to finish his packing.

Pan turned her attention back to the four males before her. She frowned softly as she detected a thick tension in the air between them as if they really were ready to kill one another for some odd reason. The hostility seemed to be some three-way thing between her grandpa, uncle, and father; Vegeta and his righteous anger seemed to have been simply tossed in there some where. Strange what could possible make three of the cheer-fullest happy-go-lucky people on the planet suddenly be so aggressive towards each other, it didn’t make sense.

Goku smiled down at the angry saiyan prince taking in the other saiyan’s compact frame. He was truly enjoying this close physical contract to the other saiyan as he lightly fondled Vegeta’s sides, enjoying the arousing scent he detected from him. "You really do smell good Vegeta," he said honestly.

Vegeta rolled his eyes and snorted, quite sure the three were on something (which wasn’t too far from the truth). He pried Goku’s unwilling to release hands off his waist and stepped away from the third class and his two sons. "I’m going to take a shower," he stated before turning and leaving them for the comforts of his room and bath.

As soon as he was gone the tension simple vanished to Pan’s surprise, all three of the Son’s ki went back to their normal warm glows and their posture loosed as well. What’s going on? She wondered in confusion glancing between the three.

Gohan’s heartbeat had accelerated to that of a humming bird’s. Till now he hadn’t found another person’s presents arousing. He’d pretty much given up on sexually pleasure when Videl had started showing her age, had been chaste for years now. He just couldn’t bring himself to look for pleasure in another’s arms; Videl had been his first and only lover. He’d tried to move on, but every time he looked at a pretty young girl who showed an interest in him he’d paint her face over with that of a young Videl and brake down. He loved her; he would always love her. The sweet caresses and kisses they had shared together, the wild hot lovemaking they had preformed. Despite all outward appearance when it came to sex both had been too hot to handle. Videl wasn’t as frail as Bulma, stronger yet then Chichi, bold, and able to control her ki with exquisite skill. This had allowed Gohan to be down right rough with her in her prime and she had liked it rough, their bedtime activities could be described as all out warfare. It was always the quite-ones that were the biggest perverts and boy had he and Videl done some naughty things.

Their time together as the Great Saiyamen had been divided between getting the bad guys and finding interesting places to do it. They’d almost been caught in the act several times, the thrill that they might be caught had only added to their excitement. They’d been tired of being Mister Satan’s prefect daughter and Gohan the scholar, indulging themselves in all the sins of the body to make up for the perfect front they’d put up.

It’d been so long… so very long since his blood had run though his body like burning fire and left him completely sated. Such a pleasant feeling it was laying naked with the one you loved after playing out a long exhausting round of lovemaking. A moment ago he’d felt the start of that blood boiling fire and it left him longing physical release more than air, but that fire had been snuffed out before it could blaze bright leaving him completely unsatisfied. The real kicker, however, was what had been the fire-starter: Vegeta, the cold, chiseled ice sculptor of a prince!

Vegeta was hardly the man he was when he first came to earth had mellowed a great deal over the years, but he still had a dark mysterious side to him. One that said to show some respect or pay the price. And Gohan did respect Vegeta, respected him a great deal. The prince had gone through many trials and had determinedly faced them all. Though, he hadn’t always come out the victor he’d never given up had remained confident and proud, something he (Gohan) had always lacked in. If only he’d had the same confidence in his abilities as Vegeta he’d truly be unbeatable. When he put his mind to it no enemy had ever managed to stand up to him. Though, his confidence always ran out and he more than often found himself on the receiving end of some harsh kicks and punches for the lack there of. He also didn’t have much pride in himself, he blamed himself for things: Piccolo’s death during the fight with the saiyans. His father’s death when he hadn’t finished off Cell when he had the chance. The whole Majin Buu episode, he should have kept up his training than he would have been able to defeat that Doubler guy easy and Majin Buu would never have been unsealed. He’d made some bad choices that had cost the ones he loved dearly.

Maybe it was time he found his pride and developed a little confidence. Maybe it was time he moved on and looked for another possibility at happiness. Was that possibility Vegeta?

He blushed hotly thinking such homosexual thoughts; he’d never thought he’d ever consider a relationship with another man. True he’d gotten a hold of some interesting information on the subject from sources like the internet and Master Roshi, some of it had actually tickled his fancy and turned him on in the worst ways. And, Vegeta wasn’t unappealing, far from it. The prince was cold and beautiful a chilling combination of attitude and flesh. Yet he’d always admired him as one would a painting, you look but you don’t touch. Gohan growled low in his throat, there was his lack of confidence again, a look of determination spread on his face. Well he won’t let it ruin his life again, this time he was going to walk into this challenge with his head held high and let fate deal with the rest.

Goten swallowed hard trying to get his hormones to calm down, Kami-sama he’d been so turned but a moment ago. He was glad his pants were baggy because he was fairly sure he was semi-aroused at the moment. Despite what his family might have thought he wasn’t the straightest of guys, he curved every now and then. Truthfully, relationships with guys had always been easier for him, because none of his break-ups with his ex-boyfriends had been anywhere near as messy as some of his break-ups with ex-girlfriends. Hell, sometimes he still went out on dates or remained friends with the guys, the girls always thought he was scum for dumping them. Of course, eventually he distanced himself from the guys too it was just too uncomfortable and painful watching time do its thing. His friends and crushes never lasted over a year, the only people he could truly let loose and enjoy himself with were the ones with him now, plus Bra and Uub. A bit of pain entered the youngest Son’s eyes as he looked at Pan. She’d gotten Trunks.

He’d considered going after his best friend once, but had never quite gotten the courage to ask him. He’d also entertained the thought of seducing Bra and even Uub, but it was not to be. The blue haired demi-saiyan and majin hooked up and his little niece claimed Trunks as her own. He hated this- this empty loneliness that plagued him. He didn’t want to love and lose as Gohan had, he didn’t think he could take the heartbreak.

His thoughts drifted back to the saiyan prince. Vegeta had always been someone he admired, growing up around Trunks it was hard not to. Until his father had shown up he’d thought Vegeta was the strongest person alive (he was probably the strongest ‘alive’ at the time), his ki had dwarfed everyone else’s even his brother’s who’d been neglecting his body in favor of his studies at the time. He’d envied Trunks for having a complete family back than; truly Trunks had had it good. Big house, rich, all the toys he wanted, a cool mom that didn’t drive him too hard yet encourage him, a dad though not openly affectation obviously cared about him and his mother, never leaving them. Yes, Vegeta was nothing if not devoted, devoted to his family and devoted to his training; that hadn’t changed to this day.

The prince’s body was also truly a work of art, furnished to perfection over years of grueling exercise and training, slender, compact, sleek, and curvy all at once. He had a feline grace that was only enhanced when his tail had been restored to achieve Super saiyan level four, truly he looked cat-like with it lashing behind him. When Vegeta had started to humanize he’d found the prince even more appealing as he donning tight denim and leather pants, a variety of dark tone tanks and shirts, as well as biker gloves, boots, and sleeveless jackets. Everything still tight, still showing off that sculpted frame, those corded arms, slim waistline, and wonderfully shaped rump.

Goten swallowed again fidgeting as his train of thoughts was only making his groin tighten more.

Goku looked in the direction the fiery prince had strolled off, wonder what he’d done his time to anger him. Was it really so wrong to say he smelled good? Goku’s eyelids dropped half way and he purred softly to himself, such a powerful scent, it had made his whole body tingle with a lustful desire.

Kami-sama, how long had it been since his blood had been stirred as it had breathing in Vegeta’s potent scent? A long, long time. Chichi had been in no shape to continue their physical relationship when he’d returned 25 years back, and he’d been gone over ten years before that looking for dragon balls and training Uub.

Woowe! It’d been a long time! He’d actually been looking forward to returning to Chichi because he’d missed doing such things so much (Going through puberty again had been a real kicker).

He’d been frustrated and disappointed beyond words when he’d returned to find everyone, including his mate either withered or dead. Well all but those of saiyan blood and his student Uub, but still all his human friends… they were simply gone or close to leaving him. He’d been greatly saddened when he’d talked to Juuhachigou and discovered his best friend, Krillin, had died before he’d returned. Tien, Chaosu, Yamach, Yajirobe they were all gone. Perhaps it was better they’d died before he’d returned, because watching Bulma and his own mate finally give out had been one of the most heart wrenching feelings in the world. He’d never been so helpless, there was no way to fight, no dragon balls to fix everything, all he could do was sit there and watch them slowly die in front of him. He’d probably have broken down too if it hadn’t been for his sons and the others. So long as they were around he would be strong; he had to be strong for them that was the way it had always been. But…how long?

How long would it last? How long before he lost everything and one he held dear. They were all older than him now, his sons, even his granddaughter out did him by a couple years. Would-would they all died before him? Would he have to watch them age and turn to dust? The very thought saddened him, as it was he was already feeling pretty lonely. His sons were grown, living their own lives by themselves, Pan was married and working hard with her mate Trunks, and he was alone. The house was empty without mate or child to brighten it. He found himself visiting the few remaining friends and loved ones quit frequently these days, almost wishing a new villain would appear to present him a challenge and make him feel needed once more.

No one needed him now not as a father, husband, or savior. His thoughts turned back to Vegeta, Vegeta had once needed him or needed the idea of him, a goal to surpass and defeat. But now… Vegeta had admitted back in the fight with Buu that he (Goku) was better than him, the Prince had finally moved on. At the time he’d been happy Vegeta had finally excepted things and turned his attention to more important ones like Bulma and their children, but now he really longed for the rivalry the prince had once held for him. He longed for Vegeta’s attention once more.

Until today he’d never thought he longed for any kind of sexual attention from the prince, but now he had the strongest desire to strip Vegeta bare and find every pleasure spot on his body. Just as he’d never grasped the concept of time, he’d also failed to understand gender rolls; that in a family there is usually a man, woman, and their offspring. So he had blissfully nothing against there being two men and their offspring in a family, after all this is the man that once couldn’t tell a girl from a boy unless he patted their crotch.

The more he thought about it the more he liked the idea of pursuing Vegeta in that way. After all Vegeta wasn’t going to died any time soon, the prince was strong and capable of handling a lot of punishment, he could stand up to what Goku dished out, and actually claiming Vegeta in such a way sound like it would be a thrilling challenge. The sex part had its charms too, it really had been too long since he’d gotten any and he remembered over hearing Chichi and Bulma talking about their sex lives with each other long ago. Bulma had given Vegeta two thumbs up in that department, stating that sometimes it was the only reason she hadn’t kicked him out of her life; the make up sex was just too good to get rid of him.

Pan jumped back with wide eyes as suddenly in unity all three Son men smiled in a predatory fashion.

"Trunks!" she called hurry after her lavender haired mate. "Move your butt, they’re acting weirder and weirder by the minute," her voice could be heard dying down in volume as she moved away from them.