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To Nancy103: :D Another long chapter, hopefully it's to your liking! Thank you!

To Macha: No worries. You will get to hear Piccolo's side of things, though not in this chapter. There's more Gohan and Von in this one. Wouldn't that be awesome if Goku just lost it on Gohan in front of everyone? lol

That's an interesting point you brought up about the power of a normal Saiyan. To me, Goku's level is off the charts and its hard to guage anything in comparison to him, especially since the majority of Saiyans could never even hope to reach the first level of SS- Dunduil has no idea what he's asking for! Not much to say about Vegeta for now XP

Thanks for reading, Enjoy

Sixteenth Chapter

Von had been paying special attention to the new House and he was beginning to pick up on some things. For instance, they had some sort of ki sensing abilities, and he was able to duplicate his own version of it. He could now sense those around him and tell how powerful they were and he could distinguish between people as well as tell the general distance they were away from him. It was a highly applicable technique but he decided to keep that knowledge to himself for now.

He’d noticed, also, that Piccolo reviled him, though he couldn’t understand why, he put that problem on the back burner for now. Aside from that he’d learned a great many things about Prince Vegeta from Goten and Trunks when they weren’t paying any attention to what they were saying. Goten had assured Von that Prince Vegeta would most definitely want to be King and that King Goku would gladly let him have the crown. Trunks mentioned that Prince Vegeta would probably be, to put it lightly, in a hostile temperament should he ever get to meet him.

Von was amused by the youngest two more than anything. He welcomed them here anytime, glad for their keen desire to become involved and now they even come by themselves. They were at a special age where they still have their honestly. He can see their personalities budding and is happy for their playful youthfulness. He could tell, though, when they were roughhousing with the other teenagers that they were just playing around, taking it easy on the others, at best. He could only imagine how much stronger they actually were than their fellow adolescence.

It’s been two weeks since he’s last seen Prince Gohan, and he missed the young man in a way he hadn’t remembered missing anyone recently. He didn’t know why he allowed himself to feel so vulnerable about him but there was something with Gohan that made him want to bear it all. Neither Prince nor King had stopped by and Von wondered if they would make him wait a whole month again before any news from them.

He would also readily admit that his King had a profound impact on him. King Goku or Kakarot or whatever you would like to call him was in a way, an enigma. He didn’t think him imbecilic and he refused to let his simple nature disturb him, but at the same time he wished he could better understand him and the situation at hand and was about ready to do anything to hear it.

            What were the Royals doing standing afar anyways, keeping him out of the loop like some criminal? Scheming and sneaking behind his back to figure out a way to get them off planet? Did they dread his very visit upon their planet that much?

Von wanted more than anything for something to just work out for once. Would he have to struggle all his life just to pass the torch to the next poor fool? Was there any sort of destination for him in the end where he could relax and enjoy his days as a part of a flourishing society and not the steward-head of a decapitated one? Would there ever come a time where he could meet the son of the former King?

One thing Von did know was that when he met the future King he would fall to the ground on his face along with everyone else. He looked forward to the days when he could relax, maybe get the job that his father had as the King’s advisor, and if not, who cares? He could spend the rest of his days with his daughter and with his people with no more running and no more fear. Admittedly things had been more peaceful as of late, out in space with no more battling and less tactics to plan out, but there was still restlessness inside of him that he wouldn’t escape.

It was very rare that Von allowed himself to dwell on his own hopes and dreams, as insignificant and simple as they may be, and he took note of that this evening. But he felt himself smiling about his daughter’s future and just how close he was to making those dreams become a reality. Now is certainly not the time to be giving up, not when he could practically smell the air of their new home and hear the future King’s voice.

Von realized after a moment that Gohan was amongst the people. Was he too far-gone in his thoughts to notice or was Gohan just that fast? He followed the signature and then the smell straight to him for once and Gohan looked a little surprised to see him walking up from amidst the crowd. (Why were these people never in their homes? Plenteous formations of people, like a village which has company awake at all hours of the day and well into the night. It could be supposed that with no jobs and duties carried out simply enough that they all have the free time and energy to spend interwoven at every moment.)

Von smiled the moment he saw Gohan’s face and the young man smiled back. “J’uf nijittific vi! I’ve missed you,” he heard himself say, and even explain, before he could think twice about it. He would have wished he could take it back the moment he blurted it out but for the blush on Gohan’s face and his immediate attempt at adverting his eyes. Von’s smile grew and he let out a low laugh to ease both of their nerves.

Gohan looked up at him, and was too embarrassed to say the same. He was still wondering how he’d managed to find him since he’d landed specifically in a crowded area where Von was not near. He wondered if he picked up on their technique and changed the subject, “Do you know where Goten and Trunks are?”

Von was bummed to hear that, figuring he was here to bring them home and not join them, but he hid it from Gohan well, “Follow me,” he smiled as he led Gohan over to another part of their covered land. Gohan, of course, knew where the boys were, but found it interesting that Von seemed to know where they were, too, without having to think about it. Maybe he really has learned the technique or maybe he’s looking out for them.

“Von, kippil!” (look) Goten said as he saw them approaching, holding up some type of weapon. Most of the weapons Gohan had seen he didn’t understand why they Saiyans would waste their time with. Isn’t a knife or sword useless for someone like them? Guns, too, he’d never thought they would come in handy in ki-based fights, but he hadn’t gotten around to asking any questions.

“Ah,” Von said as he grasped the tool from Goten’s hand. He tossed it up a few times, catching it by the blade each time he threw it, “Hippic akibcif, lieffic jis xifkkay,” (Good blade, keep it well.) He smiled down at him.

Goten turned to Trunks and whispered, “What did he say?”

Trunks cupped his hand over his mouth and whispered into Goten’s ears what Von had said to him. Then Trunks turned to Gohan, “You’re not coming to get us are you?”

Gohan laughed, “Afraid so.”

“Aww,” came a twin whine from both of the younger boys. Some of their friends who had been standing by clutched onto them, bringing them to the ground in one last round before they zipped home.

Von chuckled at them and wondered what was so important that they had to leave, anyway.

Gohan said, “Goten, Trunks, go to Bulma’s, okay?”

Trunks threw done one of the kids, climbing on top of him in his victory before he stood up and picked Goten off the ground to leave. They took off without another word, expecting Gohan to follow behind them.

Von had a faraway look in his eyes as he asked dreamily, “Why do you come and go so suddenly?”

Gohan gazed into Von’s eyes and offered, “Come with me this time?”

Von hesitated for some reason and wondered aloud, “Am I invited?”

“Yes,” Gohan smiled and let out a small laugh, “my Dad wants you to meet someone.”

Von, elated, said, “Okay,” and allowed Gohan to take the lead.

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“Goku,” Trunks said after swallowing a mouthful, “Gohan’s bringing Von here!”

Goku smiled at him and spoke with his mouth full, “Yam, rye ole em oo.” (Translation: Ya, I told him to.)

“How long is it gonna take them to get here, they’re going so slow,” Trunks complained before he grabbed another bite of food.

“I don’t think Von can fly as fast as we can, Trunks,” Goten stole a roll out from underneath his fingers and they scrambled over each other for it.

Goku just went on eating until his heart was content. He hadn’t told Bulma he was bringing by anybody yet and he hoped she wouldn’t mind being surprised by it. He told her he would make it up to her and this was the only way he could think of to do it. He did feel kind of bad, though, because he knows Bulma is going to talk his ear off if she gets the chance.

Goten and Trunks dashed back into his seat as more food was being served for them to devour. They were still eating when Gohan arrived with Von. The two of them came straight into Capsule Corp and found their way to the others.

“Hey, guys!” Goku waved at them before he went back to his food.

Gohan was starving and he offered for Von to sit and have some food.

Von sat and ate a little but he was more interested in watching the scene before him and looking at the home he’d entered into. The food wasn’t bad at all as he began to try more things, but still he was confused as to what was going on. He’d never really been invited into a home for the first time and sat down to eat so quickly, without so much as a tour or anything, and he had yet to be introduced to anyone. He began to allow himself to enjoy the moment and the atmosphere, still, having more of the platter before him now, happy for the chance at all.

Finally Goku declared he was completely full, and the others followed suit, not being able to stand another bite. The food was carried away and the table cleaned and Von was very unsure of what to think now that there was nothing to distract him.

            “Von,” Goku smiled, feeling a little lazy after eating, “This is Bulma’s house.”

            A realization struck him as he realized this is where the Prince lived before he left.

            “How do you know my mom’s name?” Trunks asked, thinking maybe Goku told him her name before.

            Von explained, “The same way I knew all of yours.” And Trunks seemed to remember and let him go on that.

            During their time talking Goku had disappeared and now he reappeared with Bulma in tow.

            Von stood from his seat at the table and his eyes fell upon the woman, immediately. Now he could see where Trunks gets his strange colored hair and crystal-blue eyes from. Despite her fragile appearance she was very beautiful and Von was impressed with the vision of her.

            Bulma gasped when her eyes fell upon him. Goku did not tell her he brought a seven-foot gorgeous Saiyan into her house, all he said was ‘come with me.’

            Von bowed to her and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Princess Bulma. My name is Von.”

            Had Bulma been in her younger years she might have fainted, but she found herself in a fairly wobbly-kneed state and clung to Goku for a moment more, putting out her hand to shake his. When she thought of the Saiyans he was not at all what she had in mind. There was a piercing effect to his eyes that seemed to quell all conversation from her for the moment but she managed to say, “It’s nice to meet you, too.” In all her son’s depictions of these people the words “handsome beyond all reason” had never been used.

            Goku said, moving around to the side of the table to sit back in his chair, “I thought that you two might find something interesting to talk about.”

            “Have a seat, anywhere,” Bulma came back to herself after her initial shock. The table was big enough, she found an empty chair herself beside Goten and Trunks and said, “These two don’t talk about anything other than the Saiyan’s and they mention you all the time.”

            Von laughed and shook his head at the boys who laughed, too. When he looked around the table again he noticed that Gohan had left, and he let out a small sigh. He hadn’t been quick enough to see him go. He focused back on Bulma, who began asking him questions about how he managed what he did, bringing all those people out here.

            Soon into the conversation Goku, Trunks, and Goten had all left but Von and Bulma were actually in quite heated conversation over mathematic equations and technologic opportunities and advancements. This woman was bright, to say the least, and Von was pleased to meet her, not at all bothered by the amount of chatter they had been doing. Bulma had even mentioned Prince Vegeta a few times and although Von didn’t show particular interest, he listened intently to every word she spoke on every topic.

            They got around to discussing possibilities and probabilities of certain products pertaining to space travel. She also showed him what a capsule was exactly, which is what her father was known for in the first place, and she explained to him how it worked. He immediately saw the importance and use for such a design and knew that there was much he could learn from her and any material she might have lying around.

            After a few hours she agreed to show him her labs another time, but even her alert mind couldn’t go on and on about these topics like she wanted to, and Von probably needed some space, now, too. As she got up, after she’d offered him to stay the night if he liked, a few more thoughts crept into her mind. She hadn’t really asked him about what his plans were or who he is, exactly. She knew that he was interested in meeting her husband but what for? Where do his loyalties lie?

            Von stood up from his seat when Bulma stood from hers, and they shook hands once more properly. He knew within a blink that there was something else Bulma was curious about and asked, “What is it?”

            She wondered how transparent she had been or if it was just a talent of Saiyan’s to pick up on tiny details like that, Vegeta and Goku seemed to have a knack for it at times. She smiled a little bit to herself and simply said, “I was just wondering what your plans are, now?”

            Von gave her a small smirk and said, “My plans have not changed, I aim to reunite the Prince with his people as long as it is still possible to do so.”

            “Oh,” Bulma said quietly, not looking into his eyes. That was a good answer and he did seem determined to do something about it, not to mention capable.

            Von wondered if maybe this woman knew something more than King Goku and if she could help him, but the distant look in her eyes gave him the impression he was only dreaming it would be that easy. She didn’t seem to have anything else to say after that.

Just as she turned to walk away another woman walked into the room, this one with a coloring of dark brunette hair and even paler blue eyes. She held a young child of her make, except for her deep brown eyes, in her arms and another, slightly older girl with the same look as Bulma walked in beside her. The older child ran into Bulma’s arms and she pulled her up to sit on her hip before turning to introduce them, “This is Bura, mine and Vegeta’s daughter and this,” she motioned towards the other woman, “Is Videl, Gohan’s wife, and Pan, their daughter.” She looked at Videl and said, “This is Von, the General.”

Videl didn’t seem nearly as taken back with his appearance as Bulma had been and she honestly wasn’t too interested in getting involved with any of those creatures in the first place (although technically, she’d already become very involved with one of ‘them’). She wondered, though, as she looked into Von’s eyes, at the power he must have at his fingertips, and she could only imagine the thoughts he may be thinking. She gave him a small nod and said, “Nice to meet you.”

Von bowed to her, “The pleasure is mine.” He heard Gohan’s voice in his head, ‘I guess there’s a lot we don’t know about each other.’ He realized he may very well be right. This word “wife,” he didn’t understand, though there were some obvious implications that came along with it, one in particular that was staring him right in the eyes with her curious dark chocolate ones. Von couldn’t be mad about it, he’d known Gohan had a child; he just hadn’t given much thought to it other than the knowledge of a little girl named “Pan,” who was a pretty thing herself.

“Mama,” Bura whined softly, “is this the man that Trunks said came to look for Papa?”

“Shh, yes,” Bulma laughed quietly at Von before looking back to Bura, “It’s time for bed for you now, okay?”

Videl said to Bulma, “I can take her with Pan, if you want me to?”

The women fussed over how to go about getting their children off to a proper night’s sleep and Von quietly crept away, by now fully distracted in his own thoughts. He didn’t want to linger around them for too long and he was still deciding whether he should stay or go, more leaning towards leaving out of embarrassment, though no one knew anything to take notice of it and no one was around to do so even if they could.

He knew that he was tired and journeying back to the camp would take longer than he might like but that didn’t mean his stay here would be a comfortable one. He also knew that Bulma said the majority of the rooms in the house were available and that he could pick and choose as he liked but then that would lead to the possibility of running into someone else on the way there or on the way out. That of course led him to the decision of what he would do in the morning if he did stay the night. Would he join them for breakfast(Where? What time?)? Or would he sneak off in the morning and head back to his camp without saying a word? Then again if he just left now he would be doing so without saying thank you to King Goku and Prince Gohan and also without saying goodbye for the evening. Perhaps these ideas were more a silly distraction than anything else as his mind hummed with indecisiveness. He should just stop overthinking things that didn’t really matter, anyways.

He knew what most concerned him, aside from contacting Prince Vegeta of course and getting King Goku to accept his station amongst the people, what most concerned him was Gohan. He wanted to talk to him in private about a few things and, he could be honest with himself, he wanted to fix his body right up against his, hold him down, find his lips with his and after he kisses him breathless, make him tell him everything there is to know about him and refuse to allow him to get away ever again.

Von closed his eyes for a moment as he attempted to search for Prince Gohan’s location in the house, which wasn’t too far away, though Von wasn’t planning on getting any closer this very moment, a little shaky at the thought. He wondered what he was going to say to him next time he saw him, having now seen his daughter and met his ‘wife.’ He wondered what he’d been thinking this whole time, fantasizing about his Prince, though Prince Gohan didn’t exactly push him away.

It hurt him to think that maybe the young Prince’s reactions to him actually were from Horunta and this fascination that had been developing between the two was nothing more than a little lust, at least from Prince Gohan’s perspective. Von didn’t want to accept that his heart had been fooled into thinking there was something between them that wasn’t actually there and he found himself unable to think clearly on the subject any longer. Wasn’t he too old to become infatuated with anyone anymore? You’d think he would have learned by now what was what when it came to his emotions. Why had he allowed himself to long for Gohan so much? It all happened so fast.

Von didn’t know what to think at the moment. He’d seen King Goku and the others off hiding away in the mountains when he went to meet Dunduil and the newly arrived people and he wondered why they were scouting the Saiyans out, maybe they were seizing them up, or maybe they just don’t know what to expect. He also assumed that they were keeping some information from him and that they were probably sharing information that they had to spy to gain. The possibility that they may have some sort of plan going on behind his back, for whatever reason, was also there. In any case, he wondered what game they were playing at, if they were, and he wished to avoid it if at all possible.

Von knew he must be honest with his King at all times if that was going to happen. He could tell that King Goku wanted to trust him, and of the stories and details the elders had told him, one was that the man was in a sort of way generous and peace-driven. When they mediated they saw nothing but light coming from his direction and a calm that would soon spread throughout them all. To Von, King Goku was a dream come true. The tales the old folk spoke of had filled his imagination with the idea of a glorious King who would rule without needing to rule. Everyone would go about their way under certainty and there would never again (at least for their generation) come a time for cruelty in their kingdom. When he saw the Saiyan before him, he knew him to be the King with conviction.

No doubt his Highness still wondered how Von came to be so mindful of things, but perhaps he’s not as mindful as he thinks. A lot of his ideas, such as the one that Prince Vegeta and “obvofiq(pauper)” Kakarot would kindle love, were derived off of nothing but lullaby’s and magical stories from long ago of the types of powers and abilities his people used to have. That Vegeta would remain on Earth because of Kakarot whether by interest or by sheer desire to remain around his only blood kin, was an idea that he just assumed would be so for logical enough reasons. Most of his skills were drilled into him when he was just a little boy, back when his father had a large impact on his life, and the words everyone spoke were always about the future. No doubt half of his hunt was purely instinctual, and an ultimate rush, after all, you can hunt an animal all day and learn it’s movement, it’s tracks, it’s faults, but there’s nothing quite like the hunt of intelligent life, which can trick and deceive, learn and adapt, and even fight back.

Von had considered a fight between himself and the Prince. He would be an idiot to not have thought of his aggression being directed towards him. He’d heard every tale there was to know about the Prince from first hand encounters with him and about him since he was a baby. He felt like he knew Prince Vegeta though they had never met. He believed he could tell him a few good stories the Prince would like to hear. He never really considered whether the Prince would like him or not, he’s only wanted to carry out the task assigned to him and put the Kingdom at ease. Once he reached the Prince, which was inevitable, he believed his heart would soar. If the Prince wanted a fight it would be his honor.

He didn’t think that his King understood a thing about their people and it was becoming impossible to ignore as time wore on. Von knew that despite what Prince Vegeta may have learned from Radditz and Nappa there was a good chance that the young Prince had decided at an early age not to listen to anything more about the Kingdom which should have fallen into his hands but instead fell into doom. He doubts the Prince knows enough about their people to have filled his Sire’s head with proper ideas in the first place so Von isn’t entirely sure what to say to him sometimes.

Is he correct to guess that perhaps the new Royal is interested but unsure what to think? It isn’t crazy to think that King Goku may have never considered the “Saiyans” before, nor would it be out of line to consider any rumors he might have heard, no doubt from the enemies mouth. Might he become more interested with time? Now that Von had learned how to sense others out he’s taken notice that his Highness is never far at any given moment, and one time he could even see him keeping an eye on the people from afar. He could only wonder why he would refuse so strongly to get any closer.

The only thing he could connect it to was the missing Prince. Who had done or said what to whom? he wondered, receiving no immediate answers. He guessed from King Goku’s performances that the man was Prince Vegeta’s match and wondered why it was Prince Vegeta that left, then, and not him since he was so torn up about it. He wanted to ask him about the details of their relationship but guessed that nosing about wouldn’t help him find his Prince any faster if his King believed he had no advice to give him to further his search. Still, he always did believe there were clues in the details to every story, and he wondered more and more about that and the abilities that King Goku must have.

He tried to decide if he should go to the King and just tell him that he was going to search for Prince Vegeta within the next few weeks, once he gathered his top men and women together and created a plan to keep these people on track in the meantime. He would have to figure out some task for Dunduil as well, which had better be good if it’s going to keep his attention. He’s already sent out three men to scout for possible homes and they were expected to return in about three weeks.

He knew he could tell Dunduil a fake story about an inhabitable planet way out, a little further out than the ways he had sent his men already, on a planet they had not yet searched. Von would expect him to be thorough in his report of it once he returned. The faux-planned journey would give him enough time to perhaps do his own little search and return himself with something to aid him. Otherwise he could send Dunduil out on a butterfly’s trail through the universe and then he could expect nothing but rage should he never find him and an infinite superiority over him should he succeed.

Sometimes things are so clear its like time stopped just to hand it over to you. Sometimes it’s all a wait. Sometimes, though, Von knew that it was necessary to take matters in his own hands, as impossible as it seemed, or as tired and weary as he may be.

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Gohan felt like he was losing his mind, he could hardly concentrate on anything and he was trying desperately to steer clear of everyone whenever he could. The worst thing of all was that it comes and goes. Sometimes he felt like he could handle himself properly, and the feeling would last for days and then suddenly he would find that his body temperature has risen and his thoughts start turning to other desires for animal meat and gripping sex, and he could not will himself towards anything else.

Right now he was feeling okay, but he didn’t think it. His father had told him to be careful about going to the Saiyan site and admittedly it had been six weeks since he’d last seen any of them due to his uncomfortable situation.

Six weeks ago

The last time he was there, the night after Von spent the night at Bulma’s and disappeared in the morning after saying goodbye to her and Goku, Gohan visited the Saiyans if only to try to talk to Von again, though he went this time with his sibling and their friend to not seem awkward. The moment he got there those two darted off and he went to search for Von, not sure what he was going to say but determined to speak whatever came to mind.

It was early in the morning and some of the people were still lazy, at least those who stayed up the latest, and it was easier to find people without a normal hustle and bustle of the people at midday. He saw Von looking off into the distance at his daughter, who was running off in the fields along with other young children. He was standing next to Thelel who seemed to be reporting something to him with a rather stern look on her face, telling her message with tenacity. Von just went on staring at Lune, before looking off into the distance and then turning to face Gohan. Von smiled over his shoulder at him and motioned him closer.

Gohan walked forward, his feet carrying him right up to Von, stopping only a short distance apart. Thelel bowed at him and he told her she didn’t have to do that, to which she almost blushed and excused herself. She was having a hard time keeping her hands off of him as it was with the way he smelled.

“Good morning,” Von bowed to Gohan, but his body was quivering as the young man stood near.

“Von,” Gohan wondered why he couldn’t seem to gather any thoughts together. He used to think on his toes at one point in time and he’s said a clever line or two but he could bring nothing forth as he watched the gray slates quake and grind in Von’s eyes.

Von told Gohan, “I met your little girl, Pan, and your ‘wife’, Videl, you have a beautiful family,” though it panged his heart to say it. He asked him in spite of any embarrassment, “What is a ‘wife’?”

Gohan looked confused for a moment and then said, “You said you would explain about Lune’s mother…”

Von went stiff for a fraction of a second and slowly revealed, “She’s dead.”

Gohan’s whole body turned ice cold. He couldn’t meet his eyes to Von’s any longer and he wished he never asked. He felt so stupid for coaxing it out of him just then and assuming Von was in the same situation that he was in. It took a second longer than usual to gather in air.

The taller man lifted Gohan’s chin up so that he was looking up into his eyes and he quietly convinced him he was forgiven with, “You did not know.” Von went on to explain, “Her name was Duarlanell. She died just before Lune turned one in a battle I wish not to recall.”

Gohan felt the hand leave his face and he couldn’t take in the sight of the man before him enough. He was moved by him and wondered all about him and wished Von would fill him in on the adventures he’s had just as much as he envisioned their bodies going on adventures together. He put his hand up onto Von’s chest and took the smallest step closer he dared.

Von wondered again, though, “A wife, is that like, a lover?”

Gohan had to be honest with him, he said, “It’s a little more serious than that, but there’s not a definite connection.”

Von wondered why he had told him that just then. He didn’t think Gohan was referring to a sexual connection or a verbal connection or a biological one. The only thing he could assume Gohan was referring to was an internal one. Apimic or Bond as it is called among their people. It is rare and some say it is mythical; nevertheless here Gohan stands, ignorant to his people’s fairytales yet blurting out nonsense that solidifies them. Von had yet to mention to him any sort of adequate description of what he feels when he’s around the young man and he doubted he could find the right words given a million years.

“Well, well,” a voice called from not too far off west of them. Dunduil bowed deeply to Gohan as he approached and the half-saiyan removed his hand from Von’s chest. Dunduil came back up saying, “It’s a pleasure to see you this morning, Prince. I hope you’re doing well.” His grin was wide and his words were bellowed with strength.

“Good morning,” Gohan nodded at him politely, but wished he’d go away as quickly as he came.

“I was wondering where that intoxicating scent was coming from and now I think I’ve found it’s source,” Dunduil cut right to the chase and Gohan was surprised. The idea of someone being interested in him so blatantly was enough to send his senses a little haywire. Dunduil went on to say, “You should be aware that any of us would do practically anything you desired of us at your whim. Just ask.”

Gohan was not expecting him to be so upfront and despite the crude intentions of the man he found himself toying with the implications of those words. His mind could barely focus on one thing, let alone combat a suggestion of something he desperately sought after.

“Von here, I’m sure, has told you he would be willing to lend you some of his time but don’t forget you can choose who ever you’d like to spend your days and nights with. There’s no need to limit yourself in your selections,” Dunduil let out a sharp laugh at his stinging words, though Gohan’s body would do nothing other than entertain those ideas the more they were offered to him, not only thoughts of Dunduil, but of Von, of his father, still there was even a thought of Vegeta. He couldn’t quell his interests any more than he could will Dunduil to shut his damn mouth at the moment.

Von would not let himself become roused. He said, “I have explained Horunta to Prince Gohan already. If you feel you have more information that would help him, that would be appreciated. Indeed, though, I don’t expect there’s much more from you in the way of words to be found.”

Dunduil drew in a great breath of air, not sure if he was being called a predator or an idiot and he didn’t like the sound of either. He let it out and thundered, “My Prince, if only you knew which of our men was the strongest, then perhaps your choice would be better dictated, or do you prefer the touch of a woman, my Lord?”

Gohan grew nervous once he realized he was being asked a direct question, and the tension grew once he realized he didn’t have a particular answer for the second or first part of the question. He refrained from letting his jittery behavior known and said to his surprise, “I’ve only ever desired to be with a man.”

Von could take that statement in two ways, one that spoke volumes of his innocence with regards to men, and the other that told of an unbridled interest in what he knew would be his first choice even without having experienced it. Von assumed Gohan meant that he hadn’t been with a man before, though he didn’t doubt that Gohan might have kissed a boy or two in the least. In any case it certainly wasn’t the smartest thing for the handsome young man to say in front of two candidates who were more or less quarrelling for his body and/or his heart.

Dunduil let out a laugh that seemed to reach into Gohan’s core and Gohan wondered what all these emotions were about and why his mind seemed to be expanding in all directions at the same time. His could tell that Von was losing patience with Dunduil and he guessed that it wouldn’t be much longer before the buff Saiyan made a comment Von wouldn’t allow him to walk away from. “Prince Gohan, please allow me to discuss a few things with you when the time is right for you. I promise it will be an enlightening experience,” Dunduil reached out for his hand and grasped it within his own much larger one.

Von watched closely, unable to stop Dunduil unless he wished for his Prince to become weary of his personal interest in him. It would do him no good for Prince Gohan to think that Von was into him for all the wrong reasons though it ripped at his soul to see Dunduil touching him. Gohan allowed the man to rub his wrist before letting go of him altogether.

Dunduil sent a sharp dart of his eyes to Von as he smirked, he turned to him, speaking to Gohan down his shoulder, “He may not think it, but some of us know a little more than Von does. It never hurt to have more than one guide.”

Von’s eyes were like ice on the road and he dared Dunduil to cross him, his jaw set tight, his hands ready for battle. No words came from his lips and he waited for quite some time after Dunduil had gone before he took his eyes off of the direction of the man’s leave.

There was a meek voice that spoke to the back of his head which he barely heard over the rushing sounds of his own blood, “I don’t know what to tell you.” Von turned to Gohan and couldn’t guess what he was referring to. The young man went on to say, “About Videl, and this.” Gohan watched Von’s lips part and whispered, though he thought he had already decided that he wouldn’t tell him, “I had a dream about you.”

There was so much information at once and Von knew now was not the time for Gohan to be mulling over these issues let alone explaining his position on them. He was losing his wits about him where he stood and eventually he would cross over and have none left until his time passes. Von answered back fearlessly, “I’m not so certain I haven’t been dreaming since I got here.” He leaned down and made full contact with Gohan’s lips, bringing them together by wrapping him up in his arms and lifting him off the ground.

Von’s kiss was like sex, at least as far as Gohan was concerned at the moment. He moaned into his mouth and cocked his head more to the side as Von’s tongue entered through. His taste was dark and Gohan was devouring it. He didn’t care who was watching them have their first kiss as he became familiar with the feel of the other man’s talents. He crushed Von’s face to his and moaned once more, feeling his hair in his hands and taking in his scent from up close. The taller Saiyan set him down on the ground with their lips locked still and he bent over him, leaning him back as Gohan clutched onto him, nearly moaning again. Von pulled him back up to a standing position with one hand on his back and the other on his chest. He released him from the kiss and was staring into his eyes like he’d just met him for the first time all over again. It was Gohan’s turn to shiver and Von desired to kiss him again, but wasn’t allowed the time.

There were circles of people around them and Gohan wanted to take him somewhere else but he couldn’t focus enough to move.

“You should probably go,” Von said, not knowing what he was thinking.

Gohan nodded, seeing as how Piccolo is in the air staring down at them, and also that Dunduil is fast approaching with some others from another direction. He shook his head at Von, but did not say what he meant to say, which was that he didn’t know when he’d see him again. He took off and headed towards C.C. which is where he should have been (or work) all along.

Von looked up into the sky at Piccolo and said to himself, “Ja tieff.” (I see.)

Back to Current

Gohan never did stop and talk to Piccolo, he couldn’t imagine what he would have to say. He knew he reeked with arousal by now and his scattered thoughts would focus on nothing other than carnal and maybe even unnatural (or at least foreign) desires.

It wasn’t even that he was embarrassed about making out with Von in front of everyone (he wished Von were here right now, kissing him); it was the fact that he didn’t want Dunduil but his body wasn’t registering the same as his mind, and as far as he could tell his body was on the verge of taking over. Had Dunduil made a move and kissed him, Gohan would have kissed back in spite of what his mind would have had to say about it later and he couldn’t afford that type of trouble. Von must understand because he didn’t seem upset, but he’s only Saiyan, too.

He couldn’t stop thinking about Von, which didn’t stop him from pursuing other interests, such as his father, another messy blow job two weeks ago in a closet in one of C.C. labs, and even Trunks’ exploratory hands one night when he and Goten had snuck some alcohol (or it was given to them?) from the Saiyan camp and played a bold game of truth or dare. Gohan allowed it to go on too long and his growl at Trunks freaked the kid out a little more than he planned but it was a warning to him that if he didn’t want what he was pursuing then he had better stop trying for it.

The brats have left him alone since then, not to mention they knew they were on lockdown as far as Gohan was concerned for giving away any information to anyone. One slip and Videl would find out Gohan cheated and Gohan really wanted to tell her about it himself if at all possible.

He was glad that his Dad was trying to find Vegeta, though, that was one thing he could manage to fit into his head every once in a while. Ever since the day that Goku had asked for Gohan’s help he’s been in the lab every once in a while, searching through files on the computers that they have on planets from all around. He sometimes spends hours at a time sifting through the files (after Gohan showed him how over and over) and trying to see if he can recognize any of the planets from when he last saw Vegeta in space. Gohan was surprised his Dad had been focusing so hard on what had to be tedious work and a nearly impossible find but it has been quite a while and he is relentlessly persistent so far with no luck.

It was no use trying to concentrate on anything for too long, all he really wanted was a break from all these emotions. One minute he wanted to be inside someone and the next he could barely move an inch without getting dizzy. He’d been drinking gulps of water all day and still felt parched, though he couldn’t manage to exercise and didn’t know why he was so drained.

He sank to the ground against a tree and pulled off his shirt, allowing his skin to breathe and the cool air to lick his heated body. He relaxed and hoped his body would nap and take his mind with it.

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Vegeta was feeling pretty good this morning. He’d gotten up early with little fuss and did a workout before eating a hardy breakfast. He relaxed for a little while, meditating, before he scouted out the nearby areas that they would be passing soon for fun upstairs in his command center. There was nothing special about this day but Vegeta noticed that his mood wasn’t all foul.

He’s been doing a lot of thinking lately, or as much as he could focus to do anyways, and it mostly involved Kakarot. He couldn’t deny that he wanted to see him again and he even thought about going back to Earth. Embarrassing enough as it is that he left what could he possibly say upon return? It was a hard choice to make and he expected the debate would last for a while.

Vegeta wondered what Kakarot would say to him, whether he would be happy for it or whether it wouldn’t make a difference to him. Even just to hear Kakarot’s voice again or to look into his eyes would be worth the pathetic humility of returning under whatever excuse he could conjure up. He considered his daughter, too, and the rest of the young half-wit-lings and wondered how they were faring. He thought about just going back for a visit just to see the others with no intention of staying since there was no need to, it would be sort of nice to see all of their faces and gather in their scents.

It passed through his mind to even come by when they’re all asleep, never telling them he was there or allowing them to see him or talk to him. That would be a thrill, to touch Kakarot’s face while he slept, to sniff his daughter’s hair and watch his son snore while they were all unaware. Vegeta thought about maybe going back to land on the lookout (like Dende was going to stop him) and watch them from above, scoping them out and spying on their day. As long as it didn’t involve them realizing he was there and asking him questions about where he’s been and what he’s been doing. Of course they would know the moment he got there if not sooner and he saw no way of getting his cake and eating it too in this situation.

He would have to make the decision to go back to Earth, which he could only ever decide once, and then he would need to decide whether to stay or leave again, and he preferred to have that decision made before he got there, if he even plans to go.

He thought about becoming angry with Kakarot at one point in time, but it didn’t last. What a stupid fight that would be for him to bring up. “You don’t like me so I hate you” is what it sounded like to him, but Vegeta didn’t hate Kakarot, as much as he wanted to. He’s always wanted to hate Kakarot, but the more he got to know him the less inclined he was to feel that way. It was all the more he reason for him to not like himself.

What had he done? He was always making brash decisions. He’s the one who looks like a fool for leaving his family behind (he’d never intended on doing that, it was just a side-effect he thought wouldn’t bother him as much as it does) and for taking off so soon at that, without even putting up a fight, which is not like him.

At the time it seemed so simple: Why stick around when he knew all along what was going to happen?

He had enough sense in him to see now that he could have handled the situation differently back then, one by not leaving the planet, two by not leaving the scene that night in the first place. He could have argued with Goku why the hell it couldn’t work between them when it had been working perfectly, just to see what he had to say. Did he really want to know what Kakarot had to say? Obviously not and he imagined Kakarot was feeling more or less the same as Kakarot always feels over any situation just about now, unmoved and hungry. He still managed to have visions of helping Kakarot make up his mind on a few matters though, wishing he were there briefly.

Vegeta groaned aloud, hardly noticing the noise escaping his lips. He had not gotten off the way he would have preferred to in a long time but he hesitated to satisfy himself with Fronshir so near. Being a Saiyan male and brutally upset over Kakarot didn’t help his situation. He needed to release his frustrations out for multiple reasons and that type of urge can only go on ignored for so long.

He wondered briefly about the man down the stairs and whether or not he was having the same or similar problems. It was interesting to imagine Fronshir writhing on his bed but unsure of whether or not to proceed just in case Vegeta happened to waltz in. That would be something, come to think of it.

Perhaps that’s why Vegeta felt like he was in high spirits; he couldn’t seem to get his hard on to go down. He was almost unwilling to work for it at the cost of being caught, unfortunately. Not that he hadn’t masturbated since Fronshir got on the ship, he has, plenty of times and refreshingly, it’s just that he wanted, naturally, more than himself and he saw no way of getting what he really desired, which was Kakarot in every way possible.

Vegeta should have known it would only be a matter of time before his sex drive kicked back in after his swollen emotions mellowed and he could feel the difference becoming greater. He was better able to think of Kakarot without becoming accursedly angry or upset, even though the goal was to get him out of his thoughts all together. He couldn’t help but fantasize about him, never having been able to control his subconscious; it supposedly knows a thing or two more than the conscious mind, anyways. If he ever did see Kakarot again would he be able to keep his hands off of him?

That, of course, is why he had to leave in the first place, because if he didn’t leave, he would have thrown himself at Kakarot a million ways, a millions times and he couldn’t bear that much rejection. Once was enough, he was not going to beg for him.

Vegeta let out a low, long growl, in an almost playful, given his mood, but fear-striking fashion as he mused on these things. He thought to himself, Kakarot would have done better just to keep his big mouth shut and stop questioning things. If he had just gone along with Vegeta and trusted him in the first place instead of wondering about the “what ifs” and doubting the unfamiliar then maybe they could be fulfilling each other right now.

Vegeta let out a deep breath and wished his erection would go away. His waning attempts to steer his thoughts towards anything other than Kakarot spurred it on and he pulled it out of his comfortable pants, fisting and working it immediately. It was only too easy to envision Kakarot doing the exact same thing. He licked his lips and closed his eyes intent on building up some of that exotic pressure.

It had been a match just to get sex off of his mind lately and now that he was thinking about it and touching himself stopping wasn’t an option. Strange how he’s felt so scatterbrained lately yet he can’t seem to shake the idea of Kakarot and a good fuck. His hand slowly squeezed harder the more he went on and he leaned back in the chair, his tail automatically gripped around his knee and shin.

He wished Kakarot was on his knees in between his thighs. Vegeta would drape his legs over his shoulder or up in the air as Kakarot entered into him and rocked him back and forth onto his dick. Vegeta imagined him doing it slowly at first, telling him how amazing he felt, and then ramming into him, no time for words to be spoken and no breaks between Vegeta’s frantic moans.

Vegeta, believe it or not, was close to cumming already. He stretched his back, his eyes squeezed shut and his head fell a little to the side as he continued to stroke himself with perfected movements. His vivid ideas of his hand’s touch being Kakarot’s instead was enough to drive him into completion and he came with a gasp and a shaky grunt, arching his back as he spilled onto his chest and stomach.

He ran his unused hand through his hair and slowly opened his eyes to find Fronshir curiously peering at him from the stairwell.

“No, don’t stop,” Fronshir said as Vegeta immediately stood up from his seat and tucked himself away.

“How long have you been there?” Vegeta wasn’t sure how he should be feeling. He had forgotten he wasn’t in his room for a moment and instead he was in the middle of the spaceship, in front of a large window for that matter. It wasn’t exactly Fronshir’s fault he walked in on him.

Fronshir shook his head, “Does that matter?” He entertained the thought, “You looked like you were enjoying yourself.” Fronshir’s eyes were roaming his body, particularly his stomach which had evidence of the truth of his words.

Vegeta wanted to become angry but began to rethink it. What would that solve; he was stuck on a ship with him? He wasn’t embarrassed he was just thrown off guard. There was nothing unnatural about what he did, and certainly it wasn’t something Fronshir hadn’t seen before. Vegeta walked over to one of his weight sets, pulled down a towel and began wiping himself off. He opened up a link telepathically and said to Fronshir, *You can stop staring.*

Fronshir laughed a hardy laugh, like he hadn’t been expecting to. He replied, “I can’t believe you just did that in front of the window!”

Vegeta grew a little irritated but smirked a moment later to himself and made no comment. That wasn’t the worst thing he could have done. He gave one long look into Fronshir’s eyes before passing him and jumping downstairs. He figured that if the man had anything else to say about it he’d be wise enough to keep it to himself or to come out with it before too long.

Two minutes later Fronshir came down the stairs to find Vegeta standing in the kitchen looking for something to eat. He walked up to the shorter man and asked in low tones, “What were you thinking?”

Vegeta became infuriated with him and growled, “None of your damn business.”

“You must have known I would find you,” Fronshir asked, unconvinced.

Vegeta understood, now, what he meant and shook his head after calming down a bit, “I wasn’t thinking about that.” He glared at him and stood his ground and snapped, “What do you want?”

Fronshir thought about what he was asking and admitted after some silence, “I would be willing to help out, next time.”

Before Vegeta knew it Fronshir was rubbing him through his pants with one hand and sucking small wet circles on his neck just below his ear. He heard the man’s voice close by saying, *Let me take care of it* and he could feel his pants becoming wet from his previous orgasm as Fronshir felt him up. Vegeta exposed more of his neck to him and his tail wound around the man’s wrist as his hand worked him skillfully through his workout wear. Vegeta was becoming hard again which was more trouble than it was worth but he had no desire to push this man off of him. It had been so long since he’d felt anyone’s kiss against his skin or touch upon his member, and being a man saying no was nearly impossible.

Vegeta grabbed both of Fronshir’s hands in one swoop and pushed him off of his body even quicker, backing himself into a wall.

Fronshir stared deeply into his eyes and wondered why he was being refused when he thought everything was going so well. It only took him a few moments before he asked the other man, “There’s someone else?”

Vegeta shook his head, but didn’t say another word to him. He attempted to calm his rigged breathing while Fronshir did the same, lust clouding his eyes. Vegeta hoped Fronshir wouldn’t try it again because he wasn’t sure he could refuse him a second time.
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