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By : Vegetaswriter
Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Chapter 2

            Vegeta stumbled with his words, unable to make a sound. Gohan’s words echoing in his head, loved him, Gohan loved him. What a strange and shocking revelation. He was at a lost of words, Gohan, Gohan of all people, someone he barely bat an eye at, only ridiculing him for his lack of training, Gohan… Gohan loved him… What in the galaxies could he say to that speech?

            Gohan’s hands trembled, anxiously waiting for the Prince to speak. He prayed to Dende Vegeta would welcome him, give him a shot. His heart pounded against his chest violently, he needed some kind of answer. “Vegeta, please, consider it.”

            Vegeta took a step back, making Gohan’s fall from his face, creating the distance he needed. “Gohan… I can’t… I.” Vegeta licked his parched lips, the taste of Kakarot’s blood lingered, making his eye twitch. “No, I can’t.”

            “Give me a chance.” Gohan took a sturdy step forward, lifting his head high. “I am not like my father Vegeta. I know you.”

            “You are your father’s child. The son of Kakarot. I cannot fraternize with the son of my enemy.” Vegeta’s initial shock ebbed.

            With an exasperated sigh Gohan ran his hand through his hair. With a gentle smile, he looked into Vegeta’s eyes. “You know, when I was young I never understood myself, trying to live day by day like a human to make everyone around me happy. I lived life through their accordance. How I was suppose to be, doing as expected. But I was so lost, sure I did it all right. But in here.” Gohan raised a hand, clutching his chest. “It was so wrong. I was looking for anything to make sense. I left, went away for a year.” Gohan chuckled. “They believed I done some upgrading in university, when in truth, I hunting for something to click… I suppose.”

            “Get to the point brat!” Vegeta’s patience wore thin, this wasn’t his day.

            Gohan smile widen, taking a step closer. “One day I will show you I am not a boy Vegeta. I am a man, it is something I wish to share with you.” Gohan tilted his head, his eyes meeting the ground, he continued on his story of self discovery. “The wilderness called my name, bringing out feral instinct, and I knew why, I lived as a human, I neglected my Saiyan side, neglected my training, all because of others. I no longer deny my instincts, and I have improved on my innate abilities to fight.”

            “Well good for you.” Vegeta exclaim dripping with sarcasm. “Now that you’re done, leave.”

            “No.” Gohan leaned back, his arms crossed, challenging. Vegeta was no easy target, the man was filled of smoke and mirrors, but he saw him. He witness time and time again Vegeta’s true nature, seen the serene calm, the passion, and the gentleness he hidden under the air of arrogance, hate, and pride. Gohan knew it was never going to be easy to convince the man, but he was always up for a challenge. “I will not leave you alone until you give me a chance.”

            Vegeta sneered, the ache the boy’s father placed in him was starting to bloom, this wasn’t a time to consider anything. It killed him to admit it, but all he felt like doing was break down, mourn in peace; he be damned if he did in front of Gohan. “Get the fuck out of here.”

            There it was, the mask was breaking, the twitch in the jaw, the minuscule quiver of the prince’s lip, easily missed to the untrained eye. Gohan found himself torn between two actions, leave the Prince be and return later, or embrace him and allow him to grieve over his thoughtless father in his arms. He mentally scoffed, Vegeta would never allow that to come to pass, to Vegeta he was still a child.

            Instead his instincts told him different, he removed his top, baring the flesh of his muscled upper body, and crouched to the ground. He wanted a chance to prove himself, well, he’ll just make his chances. “Make me leave.”

            Vegeta felt his anger rise, furious at the boy’s audacity, yet, he couldn’t help to admire the boy’s actions; Saiyan. Vegeta cracked his neck and knuckles, and with a smirk his cocky demeanour slowly grew. If the boy was so determined on fighting, then he’ll pay for the crimes of his father. “Very well, I won’t be so kind.”

            Gohan chuckled. “I never knew you to be kind, I’ve never forgotten about our meeting on Namek.”

            Vegeta laughed, his blood began to pump adrenaline. “Got some old wounds to heal boy?”

            Gohan smirked. “Yeah, maybe you can kiss it better.” Gohan’s smile fell, oh yeah, that little statement got the prince all riled up.

            Vegeta’s cocky demeanour dropped instantly, a furious clam came over him; the boy will pay for his little statement. “Full power boy, I am not fucking playing.”

            “I’d expect no less from you.” A rush of adrenaline pumped in Gohan’s veins, a devilish smile played on his lips, he felt the call of battle, and revelled in the possibilities.

            Blow for blow, the golden warriors clashed, sonic booms filled the once peaceful forest surroundings, creating a wave of destruction. The animals long gone due to the immense power the humanoid beings produced, scampering away in fright. The elaborate kicks, and sweeps long forgotten, placed in the favour of painful punches and simple kicks. Neither wavering, neither halted, fist to chin, foot to ribs.

            Time fleeted by without care, shredded cloth lay forgotten on the tattered earth, accompanied by the casual drop of blood. Vegeta skidded across the sky; Gohan’s right hand got him good, his cheek swelling from the strike. He swiped his hand across his bleeding lip, spitting the irony taste from his mouth, his eyes trailing over his opponent; eyes wild with exhilaration, bruised lips parted to pant, the sculpted bloody chest bared to the world, Vegeta, in that moment appreciated what was before him, never witnessing the half-breed before him so loose, calculated, and swift; Saiyan, purely Saiyan.

            Gohan sized up Vegeta once more, he felt a sweetness fill his mouth, and he wanted Vegeta, more than ever. The sight, the feel, and scent of the Prince drove him forward, drove a desire to taste, but, he was not an animal. He wouldn’t dare take the Prince, drive him into submission, no, never, he wanted the Prince to welcome him, accept him, and by Kami he would get just that. He clenched his fist tightly, and with a course shout from tired lungs he roared. The mystic powers within him bloomed forward, and in a split second he was upon Vegeta.

            The Prince was taken completely unawares, his reaction too slow to block, the wallop he got sent him flying, stars flashed in his eyes, reminding of a place long gone, of a time long ago when his father caught him in a place he should never be. The taste of copper filled his mouth, the tell tale sign of unconsciousness. Then all went black.

            Gohan scooped the falling body from the sky, holding the comatose Prince in a fashion the Prince would never allow conscious, bridal. Gohan smiled down, and took to the sky, zooming past the deterred earth, scowling only for a moment as he past by his father whom lean nonchalantly against the bark of a tree, watching them from the sidelines; a challenging look, a look he be more than prepared to challenge…

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            Vegeta groaned, his head swimming, cursing as he sat up. His eyes peeled opened, focusing on his surroundings. Not the damaged earth he was expecting, instead he was placed in a bed, a tall glass of water sitting by the stand, a few small ice cubes floating on the top, effectively telling him he was here for awhile. With a lift of his arm and twist of his back he groaned in agony, the pain sharp; the boy did quite a number on him. Grumbling he flopped back against the thick firm pillows, deciding lying on a comfortable bed was a better idea.

            Gazing blankly at the swirl formed from the plaster surrounding the ceiling light his mind drifted off back to the fight. Gohan did held back after all, but he should have known, the boy’s powers nearly rivalled a super Saiyan three, perhaps matched it even, thanks to the short and yet ‘special’ training the useless gods had provided Gohan to defeat Buu. He should have been furious to know Gohan held back until the very end, furious to know the boy outmatched him easily, yet, oddly, he wasn’t. Maybe it was the latest concussion talking, or possibly it could have been the fact the boy acted like a Saiyan. He was pretty damn impressive, no doubt the boy was indeed training these few years.

            Needless to say it was a damn good match, something he would be more than willing to do again. “Ah, fuck…” Vegeta clasped a hand over his weary eyes, the whole charade of the battle came to mind, the boy won, and by the gods Vegeta lost; by any race’s standards Gohan had won his chance.

            Now what, what did the Gohan expect, by the looks of things he expected a little more than Vegeta was willing to give, for crying out loud he was in a bed with nothing more than his boxers. Vegeta raised a brow, tossing the sheet to the side, yup, just his boxers, and he was cleaned… Vegeta snarled, if Gohan thought that after beating him, he could just take him where ever and fuck him. Never in a million years.

“Thought you were up.” Speak of the devil himself. Gohan smiled, holding a new outfit for the Prince to dawn. “Felt your Ki stirring earlier.” With a quick turn Gohan left the clothing by a glaring Prince, fishing out a special little bean in his pocket. “Here.” With a flick of his thumb, the bean sailed into the air, to only be snatched from the air by Vegeta. Gohan shrugged a shoulder. “That’ll heal you up. The clothes should fit; it was mine when I was an awkward teen.” Vegeta raised a brow, Gohan making an underhand remark of his body type? Stranger things have happened… “Then get out. I’m sure you can find your way?”

Vegeta choked. “What…..”

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Geta6310- Thank ya, thank ya *Bows* I did my best to hide his identity by actually picturing Piccolo funny enough. Thank you very much for reviewing, kisses and hugs!

Secretsaiyancrush- Thank you for reviewing, and yes I do like making Goku an ass, actually I like to portray him in all aspects, the hero, the bad guy, etc, I think its fun XD

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Since the reviews are all very similar, (Sorry to do it the lazy way o.0) Thank you all for reviewing, I really do enjoy it. As mention above, for those I actually did catch with a “what a twist” moment (snicker) I was actually picturing piccolo when writing, and yes Goku is an ass, and he will be in this fic maybe borderline evil…. Who knows lets find out! XD

Iheartyaoi- I will not be making this into a ‘who’s your babies daddy’ fic because I already have Vegeta and Goku not fuck for almost a whole year, not saying it is a bad idea, but I would have to change it up to incorporate it. And honestly I don’t see myself writing something like that. I am sorry, I do like to cater to my readers, but there are some things I wouldn’t write, and if I did, it would be awful because I’m not fully into it. So sorry once again, but I hope you enjoy what I will be doing.
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