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Saiyan Instincts	By : Lorichelle87 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5366 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z nor do I make any money from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Saiyan Instincts
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
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Author's note: This is not my first fanfic nor is this my first yaoi fanfic but this is my first time writing DBZ yaoi. Just so ya know. Moreover, this story was inspired by a picture on Yaoi Ai.com and the user comment beneath it that said "Gohan and Vegeta's secret affair"... hence the idea for this story came to life in my head. If you ever visit that site, I'm sure you'll know which picture I'm talking about ^_~.

This will also be about a three part story, so let me know how I'm doing so far.

Please read and review, hope you enjoy!

Saiyan Instincts

part I

by E. B. Midnight

It was well into the evening hours when Gohan finally stepped out of the prodigious infrastructure that was Capsule Corp headquarters, nestled in the heart of West City. He could tell it was getting late, the moon was already high in the night sky and he knew his wife and daughter would be turning in for sleep here shortly, if they hadn't by now.

Reaching into the inner pocket of his coat, he pulled out his pack of capsules and selected his single-person air vehicle that he used to travel home after work. Tossing it away from him, a soft 'boom' was heard and he climbed into his air car and took off.

Usually he rode out of the city and kept on over the paths that led him a little further into the countryside, as Bulma was able to arrange a Capsule Home for himself and Videl right by his mother's home in the mountains. At the time it was more of a family convenience but now that Goku had been gone several years training Uub, and nobody knew when he would return, living near Chichi and Goten seemed more an unspoken necessity. Not that he minded, he preferred the 'extreme suburban' area anyway.

He sighed as finally reached the edge of the city and the bright lights and noise and busy streets began to fade. He could see dark wilderness out ahead of him and he began to relax from the day.

All he seemed to do was work. He didn't mind his mother's relentless efforts to get him to study as a child, at least he was still able to train with his father and Piccolo and it was never long before some great evil came around and it was time for all the Z fighters to defend the Earth once more. But after Buu, everything was peaceful for a long time and still was. Not that he would wish anything else, it just left him restless. And looking back, he found that all he ever did was study or fight and now it was work, being a husband and a father.

He knew his love for his family was never in question; of course he loved Videl and of course he loved Pan. But he wasn't completely human, after all, and he did have those thoughts, those feelings, those base desires... those instincts. He loved to train, to fight but as a teen he got distracted with typical pubescent activities and behaviors and stopped his training. He married Videl not long after Majin Buu was defeated and Bulma offered him a place on her research team as well as a house for his new family, so there was never any time to train. Now as a working adult, an esteemed scientist working for the most innovative and profitable company in the world, he felt tired, stressed and frustrated... and bored.

Vegeta was the only one amongst them who still trained, of course, but Gohan suspected that not only was it habit for the prince, but also to keep him sane. He knew that Vegeta had matured through the years and managed to bypass his saiyan instincts (although everyone knows it wasn't always easy for him). Gohan also knew that the prince was probably a bit lost without Goku. Hell, without him, would Vegeta have ever stayed on Earth in the first place? Yes, he always wanted to best Goku but Gohan felt that his father also brought out the best of Vegeta himself. His obsession with defeating Goku always kept him bettering himself. And now what? It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that Vegeta was always bored with the human lifestyle. He still did just about whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. He cared for his own family as well but the older saiyan was never truly at home. How could he be?

Catching sight of the moon once again, he slowed his vehicle to a hover and stared, awestruck at the lunar brilliance. Entranced by its beauty and the way its light stretched out and touched everything for miles and miles, cradling the sleeping Earth in its gaze.

Gohan couldn't remember the last time he had flown home – or anywhere for that matters. Videl and Pan could fly but even they seemed to get stuck in the habits of modern technology. It was just as easy. But driving an air car wasn't his instinct. He moved to land the vehicle and stepped out into the cooling night air. Securing his briefcase in the car, he pushed the button and heard again the soft 'boom' as the air car reverted into its capsule, which is returned to his inner pocket of his coat.

The demi saiyan stood and basked in the moonlight, letting the air wisp through his hair. He squinted and with a huff of annoyance removed his darned glasses, placing them to rest with the capsules in his pocket. Your eyes tend to need the stupid things after staring too long at paper and computer screens.

Suddenly he felt a deja vu, of himself as a small child alone in the wild, thanks to Piccolo. He remembered being scared looking up at this moon, uncomfortable under her gaze. That was years and years ago it seemed and now he was grown and fully aware of the animal within him. His hand moved to the spot where his tail used to be and remembered how the appendage perfected him. Could it be that he almost felt a little less saiyan without it now?

Hn. He inhaled as he pushed his energy down and shot into the sky, a sudden rush of fulfillment and excitement surging through him all the way down to his toes, which tingled with the feeling. He loved flying – it was the ultimate freedom. It brought him the most peace. And soon he began to giggle with mirth, a light chuckle that grew into all out laughter, full of joy and confidence as he twirled and maneuvered in the air, seeing the stars dance all around his vision as he flew.

He was giving himself over to the feelings that coursed through him, his animal bursting through the seams of the dressings that human life had thrown over it. Guttural silliness coming over him only made Gohan laugh harder, he even felt the urge to howl at that full moon, even roar. He felt a kaleidoscope of emotions springing up through his core, from the pit of his belly as he surfed in the night air – power, pride, anxiousness – even rage. And he hummed in appreciation of the intensity. He grinned at the few clouds above him and continued to swim in the evening sky.

Down below, gliding through the forests and over the rivers, saiyan prince followed Gohan at a safe and reasonable distance. Enough to keep up but to not disturb the younger saiyan. This was an moment not to be disrupted. Vegeta kept his ki down so Gohan would not know he was following him. The prince had been stretching outside the home he shared with Bulma and Trunks before turning in for the night when he felt the dime saiyan heading home from work. Normally he wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't felt Gohan's ki stop, settle and then rise immensely and shoot off into a random direction. Since curiosity was a deadly trait for the cat and not the prince, he took to the air himself and flew after the younger man.

And here he was, watching Gohan dance as he flew. Vegeta could feel in the intense emotions rising up inside the other - monotony wrestling with joy, frustration wrestling with rage... control wrestling with freedom.

This was an odd form of stress relief but Vegeta knew it was more than that. He sensed the same feelings in the dime saiyan above him as he had harbored his entire life, at least the time spent on Earth. His home planet was destroyed and Frieza finally defeated and gone forever, what else was he going to do? Hop around aimlessly in space all alone for god knows how long? Besides, the prince felt the need to be close to Kakarot, even if he despised him, irritated him.... admired him. He was the only other pure-blooded saiyan left and it was his own instinct to be near him. Even Gohan. Though he would never admit it aloud, the young demi saiyan gave him hope. Even though he was a hybrid, his saiyan powers and traits were strong and unmistakable and he saw the same potential in him that Kakarot saw and during the battle with Cell, his couldn't help but surrender his respect to both father and son.

And now said son was freeing himself from the boredom that plagued him and also plagued the prince as well. And Vegeta found he was enjoying the sight. The feelings he was sensing from the younger saiyan were contagious and he found himself snickering and chuckling too. His mind glanced back to the experiences and adventures he'd had in space with the rest of his brothers and fellow warriors. The pride and excitement began to swell in the prince's belly and he choked, blinking hard at the realization that Gohan was now the only living being in existence that could truly understand him.

Not even Kakarot could relate to him on that basic level. Once the third class had tapped into those instincts, he simply manipulated them to use in battle and reaching new power levels. He never gave himself over to them, never let himself get lost in the intensity that Gohan was experiencing now... the intensity that Vegeta longed to experience again.

Shaking himself out of his reverie, he found that Gohan was now simply spinning in the air, his energy relaxed as he sailed straight, well above the trees and mountains and any interruption that could possibly tear him from his tranquility.

Vegeta sped up, keeping his ki down and made his way up to the demi saiyan and matched his pace, turning onto his back to glide through the air beneath him.

The prince regarded the younger saiyan. At some point he had managed to lose his tie and untuck his white collared shirt from his dark business slacks. He noted that Gohan's glasses were missing too – good. The darned things added unnecessary years to his appearance. And the look of pure relaxation written on the demi saiyan's face made Vegeta sigh deeply. He was proud of Gohan for finally letting go...

The sigh that escaped Vegeta's lips made Gohan stop spinning and blink in surprise at the older saiyan below him, flying in perfect sync with himself. He stared wide eyed at the prince, noting how amazing he looked flying with his back to the Earth below him, the meadows and the streams whipping by like a movie screen behind him. Gohan relaxed at the sight, his calm state never faltering and he returned the disruptive sigh with a long deep one of his own.

The prince looked like he was relaxing too, his dark eyes never leaving Gohan's. They stared like that for some time. The nearness of each other bringing that desired peace, and also bringing their hearts to beat a little faster, a little harder.

The way at which they were flying made their hair move down onto their foreheads and brushing in front of their faces. The longer they stared, they could feel the intensity slowly creeping back, like a tingle through their centers. And Gohan found he couldn't help himself, reached out and wove his pale fingers into the prince's dark hair at the nape of his neck, the corners of his mouth quirking at the sight of the older saiyan's eyes rolled and closed for a moment.

Gohan felt cool air tickle across his chest and he glanced down and noticed Vegeta had reached up and was unbuttoning his shit, making note of the care Vegeta seemed to be taking in the small task. And then he felt warmth spread through his chest and up his neck, making him feel feverish as he looked back into the prince's eyes. The saiyan beneath him was breathing deeply, his dark pink lips now partly slack as a haze filtered over his eyes. A look that was deep yet extremely focused.

Their senses were on high.

Gohan sucked in a breath as Vegeta's hands came to rest on his now bare hips, the older man's hands nice and soft from being gloved the majority of the time. He felt himself being pulled downward closer to Vegeta, feeling the heat between them even as they flew through the crisp night air.

And there was that feeling again – those fierce emotions burning inside them. The look in their eyes darkened and they began to breathe harder, both now almost panting. With a grunt, Vegeta pulled their bodies flush together and immediately the air between them became hot and the heat buzzed in their brains. Gohan moaned as he felt their erections pushed together and he gripped the prince's hair, his free hand moving to grip the thin gray sweatpants Vegeta wore.

They were nose to nose and Gohan bared his teeth in pleasure as his senses overtook him and he started hard into the prince's eyes. The older saiyan below him panted, his hands pressing into younger man's skin and moved his hands up Gohan's sides.

Their eyes slid closed and they turned their heads and their lips met simultaneously in a soft kiss, both saiyans moaning softly.

They tangled their legs from the their ankles to their shins and they held each other close. They moved their hips and rubbed their erections against each other in a slow and sensuous dance. Gohan used his lips to part Vegeta's and the prince's tongue darted into the other's mouth, the kiss deepening and growing hungry. Their tongues lapped each other as they tasted, teased and tickled, Gohan's soft whimpers causing the prince to release a long, low groan.

As their hips moved, their passion rose. The sweet kisses turned into nips and as Vegeta leaned his head to suckle Gohan's neck, both saiyan's pushed with their energy and as they clutched each other, they began to twirl and move in the sky, random movements, as their complete focus was on the delicious friction being generated between them.

As they pushed with their energy, their cocks smashed together and they wrapped their legs around each other, trying to get as close as they could, both trying to drown in the other.

Gohan's hand fisted in Vegeta's hair, pulling his head back so the demi saiyan could run his tongue along the prince's ear, nibbling softly, teeth grazing the skin just below.

Their moans and cries of pleasure became louder, more frequent, both growling like the animals they were, their saiyan desires searing with completion. The adventure, the rage, the joy, it was here! Tangled in this mid-air sexual dance, sweat dripping off their muscled bodies. This is where they found their freedom.

Their rough, rigorous movements became erratic and they were both close, and as they pushed again, they arched their backs and came together, their screams of ecstasy echoing through the night.

The land around them was silent and the gentle breeze helped guide them slowly back down to Earth. Their faces buried in each other's neck and shoulders, catching their breath, they used what little energy they had to lower themselves to the ground, like a single leaf swaying in the wind as it comes to rest on the forest floor.

It would've been funny had they landed in the water, but Vegeta forced himself to concentrate and softly laid them down on the grass of the riverbank. Once settled, the prince collapsed on top of the demi saiyan, breathing deeply, eyes closing as he listened to the slowing pace of the younger man's heart beat. Gohan's eyes were closed as well, lost in the afterglow with his arms still wrapped Vegeta, holding him close. They were both relaxed and relived once again.

Gohan wasn't sure how much time had passed or even what time it must've been but he let himself enjoy the serenity they had created.

He felt Vegeta lift his head and look at him. The prince looked tired and sated and his hair was mussed. Both of them had wind-tossed tresses. Gohan blinked at Vegeta and sighed in content and stared into the prince's eyes, not embarrassed or concerned at all and it seemed like Vegeta was the same. The older saiyan wasn't smiling but his eyes held a sweet smile in their gaze which made Gohan;s lips slowly stretch into a big one. Vegeta chuckled, closed his eyes and placed their lips together. It started out as a chaste kiss, but Vegeta left his mouth on Gohan's, resting against him. Gohan let his hands slide from their hold around the prince to rest on his hips an they stayed that way for several minutes.

At length, Vegeta removed his mouth slowly from Gohan's and moved to sit up, bringing Gohan with him.

Neither of them spoke, it wasn't necessary. There was this equal understanding sitting with them by the riverbank.

But they knew it was time to go. There were showers, sleep, work and family that needed their attention soon. And though Gohan wasn't looking forward to it, he was calm, cool and collected and his mind was at ease.

They both moved to stand, each now exhausted, and they knowingly looked at each other once more. Vegeta sighed and gave Gohan a tiny smile as he put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently. The demi saiyan placed his hand over Vegeta's and squeezed back, that small action filling his heart with an unknown hope. And together, they took to the sky once more, making their way back towards their homes.

*TBC*
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