HEAT

Vegeta lay curled in his room fighting his own bodies’ instincts and needs. He had gone into heat but he wouldn’t give into it wouldn’t allow his body to control him. The years of rape and abuse he had received at the hands of Frezia more than enough to make him never want to be touched by another man again. His instinct was driving and insistent urging him to mate and he needed to or this wouldn’t end. Saiyan’s were essentially a creature of instinct and nothing would change that it just made it harder to fight against them.

He had been in his room for three days now without food or water but he didn’t dare leave. He didn’t trust himself not to take to the air and track down the closest Saiyan to simply fuck him into the ground. As it was he didn’t want to think about that, didn’t want to consider the possibility of the people he could encounter.

This wasn’t the first time he had gone into heat since he had been on Earth. It was however the first time he had without there being some threat to the planets existence he could pound it out on. Before this he had been able to fight himself into exhaustion even if it meant facing opponents to strong for him to possibly beat. Every one had taken his blatant and over the top confrontations as pure arrogance. What they really were had been him trying to desperately escape his own bodies urge to fuck or be fucked by the closest breathing Saiyan.

Snarling he rolled over and off the sweat soaked bed, dropping to the floor almost silently. This was ridiculous he couldn’t live like this for much longer something was going to have to give. All he needed was to pass out and he could slip into blissful oblivion until it finally, hopefully, passed. Either that or go to Kami’s temple and into the hyperbolic time chamber, however to do that he had to leave his room.

Well that plan was certainly out of the question since leaving the room meant screwing. He might be able to get from Earth to the chamber without running into any of the Saiyan’s on Earth. However he doubted it, especially when even a half blood was beginning to seem tempting to his hormone addled mind.

Letting a loud groan escape his lips, the only sound of his agony to do so since it had begun, he rolled onto his back. As fate, the twisted thing that it was, would have it he happened to groan just as Bulma passed his door.

“Vegeta?” came her voice through the door grating on his nerves “are you okay in there?”

“I’m fine you blasted female mind you own business” he snarled angrily in return thinking that would end the whole thing. He should have known better.

“You haven’t been out of your room in three days. Don’t you need a bath by now?” she yelled back.

“Look woman I don’t know about you but I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. And what I do or do not do is my business not some earth woman” he returned angrily.

“If that was the case you wouldn’t keep getting your ass kicked by Goku” she retorted angrily without thinking.

Instantly before he realised it Vegeta was on his feet heading for the door. Instant rage boiling through his body making him want nothing more than to kill the impudent female. Of all the things she could have said, of all the things she had said over the years, that was the last straw. Yanking open the door he snarled at her angrily fighting the urge to just rip her to bits for even being there.

“YOU IMPUDENT FUCKING HUMAN-“ his words died instantly as his eyes locked onto the figure who had just walked up the stairs.

Trunks’ walked down the hall towards them wearing nothing but a pair of training slacks. Every single one of the half bloods steps seeming to make Vegeta’s heart beat faster. His hormones obviously still in full effect as his attention was completely glued to his sons powerful body.

Giving both his parents no more than a cursory glance as he passed them he headed for his room. Oblivious to the full blooded Saiyan’s eyes pinned fixedly to his body and ass. When the door at the end of the hall finally swung shut Vegeta was breathing heavily and desperately.

His jaw was hanging loosely from its place while his heart hammered in his chest. Every instinct in his body urging him to pound down the door at the end of the hall and fuck the half blood into any available surface.

Bulma now completely forgotten he slammed the door to his room desperately trying to catch his breath and force down his hormones with very little success. His mind still able to pin point exactly where Trunks was in his room by his ever present ki.

“VEGETA” screeched Bulma through the door even as the Saiyan Prince took off out the window. He would rather take his chances outside than risk breaking through several walls to screw his son. At least outside there was water, miles and miles of open and icy cold water.

Trunks’ grabbed a book from the shelf above his bed before flopping onto the mattress with a sigh. Wrinkling his nose up slightly at the odd scent he seemed to only half pick up he shrugged. Opening the book where he had marked it he began reading. Almost glad when there was not more yelling after Bulma screeched Vegeta’s name following the loud slam of his fathers door.

Why that woman had to pick fights all the time he never would understand. They were obviously capable of getting along remarkably well some times. He himself was living proof of that impossible seeming miracle.

No more than three sentences into his book and mere moments into his own thought about his parents a loud thump sounded on his door. Jumping slightly as Bulma all but kicked the door in he could do nothing but stare at the blue haired woman.

“TRUNKS.” She yelled his name “Go and find your father.” Slamming the door shut again she stormed off down the hall.

The young Saiyan stared at the door for a few moments before sighing and closing his book. Placing it back on the shelf he walked over to his wardrobe grabbing one of the shirts from it.

“So much for my quiet day at home” he sighed pulling the shirt over his head.

Heading back down the hall he paused outside Vegeta’s room. Something about the way Vegeta had been acting half warning him away. It wasn’t normal for his father to go three days without leaving his room. Even more unusual for him to go for three days without eating, for a Saiyan that was almost unheard of.

“Mum, I’m going now” he yelled through the house as he threw together a rather impressive sandwich.

“You tell that pig head that he has to get back here now.” Came back the reply as Bulma stormed around the house still hot tempered.

Shaking his head he woofed down his snack and headed for the door. Stretching slightly on the door step he hunted for his father energy signal. As soon as he found it he took flight after it still wondering why he had to be the middle man between his father and Bulma.

On normal circumstances he wouldn’t have even bothered looking for Vegeta. Doing as he normally did and find somewhere to train for a few hours until things calmed down. Today however he was heading straight for his fathers Ki actually concerned about the other Saiyan. As well as mildly curious about why he had locked himself away fro three days. Also more than a little curious as to why Vegeta’s eyes had all but locked onto him when he had headed for his room.


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Breathing hard Vegeta threw himself into the pool of icy water still in the clothes he had been wearing as he left the house. Holding his breath under the water for a long as he could, letting the water seep into him chilling his body. This however did nothing for the burning need inside him that was slowly consuming him.

Remaining under for a little longer than his body could stand Vegeta came to the surface with a gasp for air. Wading to the edge he left the water collapsing onto the lush grass that seemed to always grow there. Breathing deeply even as sweat instantly began to prickle his skin again he fought his instincts.

The black singlet and lose gi pants sticking to his body as the water slowly dripped off and out of them.

Within minutes he was panting again his eyes squeezed shut tightly as his body began to tremble. It was agony, pure and simple agony. Nothing compared to this and there was nothing that could ever make him give into it.

Why couldn’t there be some threat to the planet? Why couldn’t there be some ultimately powerful monster he could have the shit kicked out of him by? Why couldn’t there be some one to fight he wouldn’t want to fuck so he could get this out of his system? Why was it this time now that he had to go into heat when there was nothing for it but to go through agony? Hell why couldn’t Frisia be around to rape him and fuck him over so he didn’t have to deal with this? At the last thought he shuddered even more in revulsion that thought proving how far his control was slipping. Years as Frisias toy had taught him to have a very firm hold on his instincts and natural Saiyan reactions. This however was something he didn’t know how to fight this was something he could hardly control and it was driving him insane.


Bolting upright from where he lay he shot daggers at the sky as a familiar energy signature made its way towards him. He wanted to run from it, wanted to flee, but his damn Saiyan pride wouldn’t let him. So instead he remained exactly where he was even though he knew now who was heading his way obviously looking for him.

Moments later Trunks touched down a few feet from his father.

Instantly Vegeta got to his feet snarling angrily at his son even as his Saiyan mind began clicking onto the fact that another Saiyan was only a few feet from him. He was almost beyond needing a mate beyond wanting anything more than sex.

“What do you want boy?” he sneered more in frustration than anything else. His eyes roaming over his son taking in all of the delicate and powerful features that mad him want to jump or be jumped by the purple haired Half blood.

“Bulma sent me to find you” Trunks answered a little uncomfortably looking down at the ground rather than meeting Vegeta’s eyes.

“And you always do what that fucking woman tells you do you?” he growled back crossing his arms across his powerful chest trying to close himself off from his instincts. Of course it wouldn’t work but it might hold them back for long enough that Trunks would leave. If that idiot Kakarott could deny his instincts for as long as he had there was no reason Vegeta shouldn’t be able to do the same for a short period of time.

“No I just…”

“Why do so now then? I am certain that idiotic thing has told you to find me every other time I have left. Why chose now to come and find me? Ever thought maybe I don’t want to be fucking found that there was a perfectly good reason why I left?” his anger was getting the better of him heating his blood for battle. Unfortunately as his heart rate quickened so did his need and his lust for more than a fight and he found himself desperately trying to fight it back.

“Vegeta…” Trunks ground out his anger coming to the surface. For years he had tried to make his father accept him, tried to make him see that he wasn’t just a half blooded idiot who didn’t know how to do anything. “Why do you have to be like this? The only fucking reason I’m out here is because you haven’t left your room in three days. Not for food not for water not for a shower for nothing. You’ve locked yourself up and I want to know why. What the hell is going on?” taking a step forward he was less than ready for the reaction he got.

As he had been yelling his fathers face had taken on a shocked look which wasn’t unusual since Trunks had never spoken back to him. When he had stepped forward however a flicker of fear and something else passed quickly across Vegeta’s face and the older Saiyan took a step back. Frowning slightly Trunks took another step forward even more shocked when again his father stepped back away from him his arms uncrossing.

“Stay away from me” gasped Vegeta before taking another step back his blood racing. The anger Trunks had just shown him and been pure Saiyan rocking the prince to the core. His blood pulsed through his body his instincts flying out of control even as he tried to fight them with very little success. As long as he was moving backwards and Trunks wasn’t coming any closer he would be fine. As long as it stayed like that he could fight his instincts and ignore them because they were not going to win. It was bad enough his mind no longer saw his son before him, bad that he only saw a young Saiyan in his prime ready for the taking.

“Vegeta what’s wrong?” asked Trunks taking another step forward completely confused by his fathers reaction. Not understanding why he was acting like he was and not sure he liked it. Taking another step towards the older Saiyan he was shocked when again Vegeta stepped back but this time he didn’t stop as he began to literally back away from him. A look of fear confusion and something he couldn’t place plainly visible on his flushed face another thing for Trunks to worry over his Sire was never flushed.

“I said stay away from me boy” snapped Vegeta as he continued to back away trying to ignore the fear in his voice.

He had to get away had to get far far away from Trunks before his instincts got any more out of control. As it was if Trunks got any closer he would probably end up jumping him and fucking him into the ground. That prospect at the moment seemed like a damn good idea but Vegeta knew some where inside him that although it was what he wanted he didn’t. That it wasn’t supposed to happen that it simply couldn’t not now not ever not with any one not after Freizia that lizard had been the last.

Backing under a tree his heel caught something and in some cruel twist of fate he fell back landing on his backside heavily. Unable to do more than lie there and pant heavily while his body and instincts raged around him Vegeta cursed the day trees had been allowed to grow on earth. This was like some cruel joke or one of those corny coincidences you only saw in the movies that blasted woman watched. Some one trying to get away all but trying with all their life only to fall flat on their ass at the worst moment possible thusly dooming themselves to their fate.

Apparently this was no different.

“Vegeta” called out his son and god how he hoped he would just stay away. Much to his demise Trunks was quickly at his side his hand sitting on his chest while he looked down at him. A cool hand was placed gently on his heated forehead sending electricity though his body and mind his hold on his instincts crumbling quickly around him.

Trunks frowned down at his father completely unsure of what to do. He was hot to the touch, really hot to the touch but then he wasn’t human. Maybe a pure blooded Saiyan could get that hot and not have it effect them the way it would have a human. Vegeta was sweating his hands dug angrily into the ground as he seemed to simply refuse to move from were he had fallen. The rise and fall of his chest was rapid and there was something about him that made Trunks both a little eager and slightly scared.

“Trunks,” his name was a breathy whisper he had to lean down to hear properly “Go now. Leave. Don’t ask why don’t ask. Just go right now. Leave quickly.” Each word was barely a panted whisper that only served to confuse Trunks making him unsure of if he should leave considering Vegeta’s current condition that seemed to be rather serious.