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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 3

He snuck back into his room through the same window he left. Stood inside of it, looking at his room. His perfectly normal, sane, everyday average I-didn't-just-have-a-sex-experience-with-Vegeta room. But his pants slipped on his hips and his stomach was tingling from where the shirt was ripped. He looked down at himself and swallowed the shriek-type groan that rose in his mind.

Hysteria was not a good response at this point.

He pulled the clothes off, looked around the room, tried to figure out a place that his mother would never ever ever look. (That place was non-existent.) So he was standing naked, dirty and rather disgusting in his bedroom, holding the balled up remains of his clothes in one hand. Right. This would look great if someone knocked the door right now, wouldn't it? Then again--it could have been worse.

Somehow.

He stuffed the clothes in the trash, grabbed his pajamas off the bed, yanked them on and let them hang loose around his hips, ran his hands through his hair and tried very hard not to hyperventilate. Especially when he passed in front of the mirror in his room and caught sight of the huge black-blue bruise on his shoulder.

Saiyans didn't bruise. His shoulder was bruised. Vegeta had bruised him. On purpose.

This could not be good.

Gohan turned, grabbed the towel from his shower earlier (okay--think of a good excuse for having taken two showers Gohan) and threw it over his shoulder, covering the mark. Then he looked at the door, felt a sense of trepidation that he hadn't felt since his father decided that he wasn't going to defeat Cell (the only person besides himself that his father would trust to defeat someone that strong would be him--Gohan and he hadn't wanted to do it then.) But this was just a shower. He'd just gone off and...whatevered with Vegeta. It wasn't like Vegeta was his mother's sworn enemy. It wasn't like he got the 'I want Grandchildren' lecture twice a day. Really.

This was fine.

He'd faced scary things than a shower. And with that (rather thin) reassurance, he opened the door to his room and slipped out into the hallway. Looked around just in case his mother was hiding somewhere ready to ambush him for sneaking out of his window. But he didn't see her or sense her, so he ran to the bathroom and closed the door as quickly as he could without slamming it. Once inside he was faced with his disheveled appearance in the mirror yet again, and the bruise on his shoulder definitely had teeth-prints.

And he had missed Vegeta biting him how?

But then again, he couldn't really explain anything of what just happened. If someone asked the best that he could come up with is 'one thing just led to another.' But WHICH thing exactly led to the OTHER. One second he was insulting Vegeta and the next he was half naked with his hand wrapped around the bastard.

These things didn't feed into one another.

He wiggled out of his pants, turned on the water and got into the shower. Just stood in the spray for a moment. His skin was still tingling. The prickly sort of ticklish feeling and it wasn't unpleasant. Unusual. But not unpleasant. He grabbed the soap and scrubbed himself clean again, washed his hair and stood in the shower looking down at his own body like it had betrayed him. Because mostly--it had.

Not that he wasn't aware the fact that a kid his age was a little more than unusual for not having the urge to go out and sleep with as many people as physically possible. Or that he had become increasingly aware that he didn't have any of the other so-called 'male' problems. Wet dreams. Arousal. Bad-pick-up line response to pretty girl. In fact, the whole realm of sexuality he was a void. He hadn't even really thought about it much.

Until now.

Maybe this happened for a reason. Maybe that was the look that Vegeta was giving him. Maybe Saiyans had very specialized sexual responses and Vegeta knew how to trigger it and wasn't going to tell him. Which of course brought up the question as to why Vegeta wanted him. There was the whole 'I hate Goku's guts and I did in fact kick him while he was down' thing. So what was the deal? Was Vegeta using him to spit in his father's eye or something? Was this one of those 'ha--I slept with your son and you have to deal with it' sort of things?

And he fell for it?

What a moron. He flipped the water off, watched the last of it swirl down the drain and shivered in the increasing coolness of the bathroom. What sort of an idiot just lets his father's rival tackle him to the ground and stick his hand down his pants? It wasn't like Gohan wasn't capable of pushing Vegeta off or kicking him where it would really hurt or anything.

He had wanted it. A lot. Overwhelmingly. He remembered the moment when he was going to push Vegeta away, when the hand fumbled at his pants, but the thought of Vegeta touching him, the thought of being able to feel skin agianst his was more powerful than the intellectual response. Which of course meant that the Saiyans did have special little sex-responses and he had just experienced one first hand. Which was why his skin was still tingling. Left over hormones and all that.

It would pass. He would just train until he was in control of himself again and when he faced Vegeta in the tournament he would be sure not to strip his clothes off in front of countless spectators. Thusly reassured, he got out of the shower, dried himself off, pulled on his pajamas and went to bed.

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Vegeta had thought about it. For too long really, considering he didn't really care what the hell happened to the kid other than the fact that he might get the chance to fuck him after all. That in itself was odd. Saiyans were fond of one-night stands. Their hormone flood response only lasted long enough to attain the orgasm and then it was gone. UNLESS of course the whole breeding-urge was on and then the breeder (mostly females) would let off the barely noticable smell and send the males into hormone flood and thus the marathon of sex would occur and whatever number of months later there would be a child.

The fact that Gohan's smell lasted beyond the orgasm was a puzzle.

There had been three male-breeders in the entire history of the Saiyan empire. They had all died before their first child was born (only one of those babies had been successfully removed from their mother and survived.) The recessive trait was incredibly recessive and there was a roughly one in two billion chance that it would reoccur with the limited saiyan population that remained. It was a birth-defect not a mutation. (Some historians and saiyan scientists suggested the reason the mother's died was they had carried the baby too long and there was no readily accessible exit through which the kid could be born.)

Gohan didn't even have the traits of a male breeder. Not that Vegeta had seen him without his shirt on--ever--or taken a really close look at his tail (scar) or any thing. But he didn't have any obvious traits. Moreover, Gohan was half-human. Humans didn't have recessive male-breeder genes. Therefore the genes could not have combined to give Gohan the ability to breed (like a female, he was sure the kid's sperm worked just fine.)

He told himself that it was an impossibility for the kid to get pregnant or even to have the capibility to get pregnant. Set his mind at ease and then went outside to stand and look disinterested while Bulma talked to Chichi and the boys played.

The conversation was normal. Chichi talking about how smart her son was, how nice her house was kept. Bulma blabbering on about inventions. Then the inevitable discussion of entertainment, of the little boys. The cuteness of their sons and yaddayadda. He considered leaving them to talk like drunk parrots without listening in.

Then Chichi said, "Has Trunks ever gotten sick before, Bulma?"

"No. Vegeta says its a Saiyan then, why? Goten's not sick is he?"

"No. Its just Gohan's been acting really weird. He keeps hiding from me." This, Vegeta told himself, was normal. Of course the kid would hide from his mother. He did have a huge hickey on his shoulder, he was probably trying to figure out what the hell had happened-- "And he doesn't eat right. I mean, he's always been like Goku. Eat eat eat. But recently he's just been picking at his food. I asked him what's wrong and he just says nothing." Probably a short depression. Vegeta couldn't remember his first time but it was probably normal to be confused. "I don't know. He's always rubbing his stomach. Really low, like down here." And she stood up and showed Bulma where by running her hand back and forth between her hipbones. Then sat. "I'm just worried."

"It's probably nothing--"

But Vegeta wasn't around for the end of that sentence. He located the kid's ki while he was flying and ended up pushing open the window to Gohan's room, and stepping inside to find the kid himself laying on the bed. Not sleeping, he was just laying there, legs drawn up and his hand on his waist, eyes open--alert and that was most important--and he was looking at Vegeta.

"Hey," the kid said with no real energy, "I didn't say you could come in here."

"I didn't ask." Then he crossed the room, rolled Gohan onto his stomach (ignored the sputtering response) and yanked down his pants and the covers far enough to look at the tail scar. It looked normal. Mostly. It was hard to tell though. The tail would have been better. Then he rolled him back onto his back, pushed his shirt up and stared at his chest.

"What are you doing?" Gohan demanded, and he shoved the shirt back down, looked up at Vegeta (who was straddling his waist) and frowned. "I am not letting you... Again."

Vegeta did not take this as an insult. Slid down further and looked at the flat waist, considered if it was really even a possibility. Sure--anything was possible--but was it really a probable thing.

"Stop that," Gohan said. But his voice had a breathless sort of quality. Vegeta looked back up at his face and found his eyes had dilated again, his whole skin was flushed and even as he said the words he was shifting nervously on the bed. "Dammit," he breathed. Which was probably the last rational thought that he had because the next minute he reached up and grabbed Vegeta.

Vegeta was okay with being grabbed, found it only slightly odd that he was aroused again and leaned over the kid, kissed him until he couldn't breath. Hands were tangling up in his clothes, pulling them off, until he was naked, and then Gohan looked at him everywhere with bright-wide eyes. Being responsible would have included pushing Gohan away.

Vegeta pulled his clothes off instead, felt the long legs part around him and sucked on the pliant mouth under him. Slid against Gohan felt the wet hardness against his own skin. Turned his head and looked at the bedside table and--how convenient--there was a nice little tube full of the perfect sort of slippery stuff.

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Vegeta: Uh...why is that there?

Gohan: Product placement.

Goten: Probably the same reason the zucchini and the banana are there.

Vegeta: O.o...zucchini?
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