Cabin Fever

A/N: New chapter to hold you over for a little while. Read, review, and enjoy.



Ch. 3

Vegeta broke away with the sound of pounding against the door. He rushed out of the room to answer. Goku slowly followed. He traveled down the corridor, past the kitchen, and into the living area where Vegeta stood with Gohan, Goten, and Trunks.

“Hey, Dad!” Gohan smiled. “These two wanted to come visit, so I decided to come along.”

Goku beamed. “It’s always great to see you boys, right Vegeta?”

“Hn,” he grunted in agreement. “I was just going out to spar. Come along, boy! Show me what you got.”

“Yes!” Trunks said, jumping up and down wildly.

The two exited the cabin while Gohan graciously shut the door behind them. He sat next to his father and brother on the couch. Goten sat on Goku’s lap as they bantered between embraces.

“So….” Gohan interjected. “How are you living?”

“Great, son!” Goku exclaimed.

“Even with Vegeta?” he asked suspiciously.

“Absolutely! Why do you ask?” he asked as he glanced at his eldest son sideways.

“N—nothing, Dad.”

“I thought you liked Vegeta?”

“Well… I—I do, but I—”

“Hey, Goten. Why don’t you go find Trunks and Vegeta, okay, and train with them? I want to see you get really strong like your brother here.”

He hugged his father once more and hovered off of his lap. “Okay!”

As the door slammed as a product of Goten’s excitement, the large Saiya-jin simply stared at his son. The cabin fell silent save for the crackles in the settlement of the wood. He rose from the couch and stood in front of his son with arms folded across his chest.

“What are you trying to get at, son?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“It’s just that Vegeta can snap sometimes… I’m just concerned.”

“Don’t be, Gohan. I’ve known Vegeta even longer than you have. He’s my friend. Proud and stubborn, but a friend still.”

“Okay. Dad… I’m sorry.”

Goku bore teeth as he smiled. “There’s no need to be sorry, son! Let’s get some breakfast going. I’m starved!”

“Dad!” Gohan yelled as he propelled himself over the backing of the couch.

“Hmmm?”

“N—nothing, Dad. Breakfast.”

He followed his father into the kitchen, passing the cracked dining table. He chuckled, sensing that was Vegeta’s doing. When alone in the kitchen, Gohan kept his distance. Goku could feel something was wrong, but he did not pursue it as his son beat him to it.

“Dad?”

Goku stopped stirring the pot. “Yeah, Gohan?”

“When you smiled earlier—I saw—Did you know you had fangs?”

“Huh? Don’t be silly, Gohan.”

“Seriously, Dad. They’re not there now, but they were!”

“Hmmm,” Goku paused.

His face revealed that a thought had crossed his mind, but he pushed it away with a wave of his hand. He returned to the pots on the stove and loaded the plates with lots of food. The front door burst open as the demi Saiya-jins and the Prince ran in and took their places at the table. Vegeta shifted his seat to avoid the splinters at his place setting. Trunks and Goten looked at him, then each other, and giggled. Vegeta let out a low chuckle as he rubbed his hand on Trunks’ head. Gohan walked in with an armful of plates and set them in front of Vegeta and the boys. He took a seat as Goku walked in with their plates and set them down.

“Alright!” Goku said. “Let’s dig in!”

The Saiya-jins and respective demis proceeded to shovel the food in their waiting mouths. Within seconds, the portions vanished. The boys sat back and rubbed their tummies while Goku and Gohan cleared away the dishes. Trunks looked over at his father who was picking his teeth with a toothpick crafted from the edge of the table.

He chuckled. “Wow, Goten. I had no idea your dad could cook so good!”

“Yup!” He looked over at Vegeta. “Can you cook, too?”

“Don’t be stupid, Goten! Of course, he can. Right, Dad?”

“Why don’t you two brats come over for dinner sometime, and I’ll show you if I can cook.”

Goten kicked his feet. “Yay! This is awesome!”

“Duh! He is the Prince of Saiya-jins, you know?” Trunks smiled proudly at his father. “Well, we should get home. But you can be sure we’ll be back. Say bye to Gohan and Goku for us!”

Trunks placed a hand on Goten’s shoulder, and the two disappeared. Vegeta got up from the head of the table and joined Goku and Gohan in kitchen. He relayed the message to the duo as he proceeded to help them with the dishes. Goku smiled down at him as Vegeta stood beside him, and took to washing the plates and glasses. Vegeta shocked him from his stare as he pressed a glass into his hand for drying. He toweled it carefully and then passed it off to Gohan, where he placed in the cupboard. As the last dish was placed among the others, Gohan bid them goodbye. He placed two fingers to his forehead and teleported to his home.

“It’s so good to be rid of those brats, though they might be back soon enough for one of my dinners,” Vegeta bragged.

“Admit it, Vegeta. You loved seeing them,” Goku said, gently elbowing Vegeta in the ribs.

Vegeta gave a faint smile and nodded. “My boy has gotten stronger.”

“Like father, like son, eh?” Goku took a step closer to Vegeta. “Forgive me when I say this, but I’m not interested in the boys.”

Vegeta teleported behind Goku. “Kakarot… Why are you doing this?”

Goku noted the fearful expression that played across Vegeta’s face. As a result, he stepped back and softened his features. “I’m sorry. It’s just that I get this urge and it’s like another power coming over me. You’re so beautiful to me, Vegeta, and I know that I just have to have you.” He peered down at his feet and then back up at Vegeta’s face. “…even if I have to take you.”

“Hold on, Kakarot!” he said as Goku lumbered toward him.

Goku snatched up Vegeta’s body and crushed his lips against his. He sucked Vegeta’s lower lip into his mouth and sucked and tugged; however, as he thought he was being gentle, he tasted that he had drawn blood from the smaller Saiya-jin. He released his lip and brought a hand up to feel his mouth. He felt the very fangs that his eldest son had spoken of. He set Vegeta on the floor and ran to the bathroom to see his face in the mirror. Blood had stained his fangs. He ran his tongue over each point to wash away the stains. It’s as though he became intoxicated by the taste and had to have more. He started as he witness his eyes glaze over, and the dark orbs turned flaxen.

The seemingly oafish, bumbling Saiya-jin was now in a fierce, feverish rut.



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