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Nothing\'s Impossible	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8021 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Nothing's Impossible 2

Vegeta had a smug look on his face. Smug. Like he was thinking he was better or something--Thinking? No, he'd outright said that he was better than Gohan. Go home and practice so you can be a challenge.

Right. LIke it was Mr. Prince Boy that was the one who defeated Cell--uh. No. If anything it should be Vegeta practicing to give him a challenge. It would just suck if he defeated him all at once and all. But was he going to say that--No. Because his father taught him not to gloat. People with inferiority complexes gloated and taunted. People that fought well didn't have to because they showed the full extent of their pride by doing well.

But it would have been satisfying to tell the Prince were to stick his arrogant little smirk.

He didn't. Stared at the ground for a moment and tried very hard not to be too pissed off when he looked up, and dragged his gaze over Vegeta. Looking for any apparent weaknesses. A hurt knee, a diminished muscle mass--anything. Paused on his stomach for a moment, and had to blink there and wonder why it was that he had. Other than the fact that his waist was rather small, slim and muscled tightly. Skipped over his chest with a cursory glace and looked at the smirk on his face.

It was a different look than the one he had just been getting. One that made him slightly less comfortable, so he stepped back without meaning to, and Vegeta's smirk just got a little more--whatever. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he said. Regained the lost ground and looked at Vegeta, right in the face. Told himself he wasn't going to be intimidated by the shorter Saiyan just because he thought he was better. Gohan was the son of Goku and Goku was the strongest warrior in the universe.

Vegeta gave him a sizing up look. Gohan didn't like the way it made him feel. Not uncomfortable--he told himself that his skin should be crawling not tingling, that he should be offended not blushing and the first thing that came to mind should be something like 'Stop' instead of 'So--what you think?'

"Why are you out here?" Yes, this was what he should say. Vegeta could give him confusing look all he wanted. It didn't change the fact that the other man was a jerk with a royalty-complex. There weren't any Princes of Saiyans here. There were just humans.

"Why are you?"

But that response didn't work out as well as Vegeta thought it would. Gohan had a family history of strange idiotic behavior. All he had to do was lean back, put his hand on his hip and rub the back of his neck. "I was uh...watching the stars." Nobody would question the fact that he was out here for that reason and it had nothing to do with the fact that he was starting to doubt his place in the human world.

Vegeta seemed to respect the answer. He said nothing about why he was here however. Then again, he didn't have to, he was the Prince and therefore did not have to answer to the lesser beings. He dragged his eyes over Gohan again and he felt his skin respond the same way, with the happy tingle. He narrowed his eyes and came to the rather startling realization that Vegeta was--checking him out.

More important (and disturbing)--he liked it.

"Finally figured it out?" Vegeta said, and the smirk on his face finally made sense.

Gohan felt like a moron (more like a moron than he did wearing the outfit that Bulma put together for him. The great Saiyaman--despite what the folks on the news said--did realize how stupid he looked.) He had started this, he realized, looking at Vegeta. Staring at him. And now some instinctive Saiyan-sex-response had been tripped and now he was standing in front of a man that hated his father thinking the sort of thoughts that would put his mother in therapy for years. "No," he said.

"No?"

"Absolutely no." He wasn't sure if it was the look on his face or the fact that he wasn't entirely positive his answer was no but the words didn't come out with as much force as he wanted them too.

Vegeta moved closer, Gohan stepped back. Vegeta gave him a raised eyebrow in response to his retreat and his arms stayed crossed over his chest like his arrogance was so complete he didn't have to uncross his arms to intimidate Gohan. "What makes you think you really have the choice?"

"The fact that I'm stronger than you," Gohan snapped back. His hands curled into fists and he had them raised in front of him, Vegeta's arms slipped away from his chest and his hands were in fists too. He had just a few minutes of rational thought to slightly regret what he said before the first blow hit him.

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It was an amusing thought. Watching the kid come to the slow realization that his eyes had been lingering just a bit too long on Vegeta's body. And the consequences of that lingering glance. The thought of what he could do to the boy that was just becoming aware of the nebulous nature of saiyan sexuality. The first really strong surge of hormones would be releasing into his blood stream.

It would hardly be convenient for a race of warriors to be burdened with an overactive libido continuously. Vegeta couldn't say one way or another what triggered the sex-urge, but once the sort of look that Gohan was giving him was had it was next to impossible to ignore the urge. How long it lasted depended on what the urge was for. Simple sex generally faded away as soon as the orgasm was had. (Thus the reason Bulma maintained he was a cold bastard.)
Trunks had been a result of the overly-fertile nature of human females.)

This sort of thing was fine with Vegeta. He was okay with the thought of it, because Gohan was an inexperienced Saiyan, this meant he would have no idea what to do beyond what Vegeta told him. Therefore, the son of Kakarot would be his for whatever he wanted to do with him.

That was, of course, until the cocky little shit said: "The fact that I'm stronger than you."

Bastard. Hitting him was a reflex. The satisfying way he fell back was a benefit, and he saw the kid trying to respond but he put his foot on the broad chest and pressed down, cut off his ability to breath for a moment, felt the fingers around his ankle and upped his ki enough to float, kicked the kid with his other leg and floated back. Gohan skidded across the ground, picked himself up out of the dirt and came back at him, hands up and ready for the fight.

Vegeta considered it.

Gohan raised his hand to hit him and he grabbed the fist, pulled it forward, watched the shocked look on the kid's face as he realized he was going to run into Vegeta, but he didn't have the presence of mind to stop himself. His body fell against Vegeta, but they didn't fall back, he just held onto the hand and looked at the innocently startled look on the kids face.

"What are you doing?" Gohan demanded. His other hand came up and pressed against Vegeta's chest, but it didn't push him back, only pressed against him. His eyes were a bit bigger than normal, and the smell around him changed.

Vegeta brought his leg up, rubbed it between the slightly spread thighs against his and smirked at the catch in his breath. The hand curled against his chest, Gohan's face went slack for a moment and then he jerked back, like he realized what was happening, and Vegeta let him fall. Fell with him, and they landed on the ground, the kid under him, legs spread around his, and he let the fist go, leaned down and watched his face.

"Sto..." But the rest of the word was cut off with a groan, hips jerked back against him and hands grabbed his arms. All normal reactions. The flesh against his thigh was hard now and warm through the cloth between them.

He stopped, moved away enough that his presence was still there, the lines of their energy rubbed but he wasn't touching him. Giving the kid enough room to think properly (something that was becoming more difficult for Vegeta himself as his blood started to warm his skin and thoughts were breaking down in to basic commands, most of which demanded nakedness now.) Breathed, felt it grating out of his lungs as his body got heavy and needy, skin wanting to be touched, mouth open and dry, wanting to touch and taste.

Gohan looked up at him. Incredulous. Disbelief. He licked his lips. "This is such a bad idea," he informed Vegeta. Then his hands moved up, curled around Vegeta's shoulders and pulled him down. The mouth opened under his before they kiss and he rolled his eyes at the sloppiness of it, but pressed his tongue into the willing mouth, felt the jolt of surprise ricochet in the body under him. Gohan's hips came up against his thigh and he reached between them to pull at the tie keeping the pants on the kid.

"Hey," Gohan said breathlessly, rubbed harder against his thigh and shut up his own objection by taking care of the pants himself. He fumbled the knot and ripped the tie.

Vegeta took the time to push his own pants out of the way. Gohan's hands touched his bare skin, moved up on his back and then down, pulled him against him, reached up kissed him again as they slid together for the first time. Skin against skin.

As great as Bulma was--she was not a saiyan. Saiyans were hotter, and Gohan under him was far stronger, sturdier--more Saiyan. He ground against him until he felt the shiver, the shake and then moved away from the panting mouth to kiss Gohan's shoulder, sucked on his neck and shoulder, thrust down against him and took great satisfaction in every little moan and catch of his breath, every push back against him.

It would be better if he could fuck the kid. But lube was in short supply in the middle of nowhere. This was good enough--for now. Especially when the larger hand wrapped around their erections and provided more delicious friction.

He pressed his teeth into the shoulder until he felt the blood well up and bruise, then moved back, licked it and felt the shudder that caused, smirked at the mark he left on the kid, and moved back up to suck on his warm mouth.

Gohan came first--but he wasn't surprised by that--and he followed, bit the kid's lip and tasted the blood. Then let him go, pushed himself up and looked at the disheveled Son. Smirked, moved back, grimaced at the mess they had made and ripped part of Gohan's shirt to wipe himself off, pulled his pants up again.

"Oh-gee, thanks," Gohan said. He pulled his pants up, stood up and grimaced at himself, at Vegeta, looked disgusted by all of it so completely that Vegeta thought he ought to have been more offended. "I'm still going to beat you," Gohan said.

Vegeta said nothing.

The kid turned and left. Flying away but the smell around him hadn't changed. Interesting.

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Vegeta: Yes, I get everyone I want.

Gohan: You also get stuck with bald people.

Vegeta: Stop bringing that up.

Gohan: Stop being an ass.
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