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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 4

Wait, wait.

What are you doing again? Oh, right, lying on your back, naked, and panting while Vegeta worked on getting you both ready so he can fuck you. This is normal. Hell, you could see tickets to see something like this it was so freaking normal.

Gohan probably would have cared more. He figured that he should, but the pressure Vegeta was putting on his prostate was making his thoughts less and less coherent. Besides, what could it hurt? It wasn't like Vegeta was going to go around and brag about how he conquered Gohan or anything. It was probably as big an embarrassment to him as it was a troubling thing to Gohan. So he relaxed, leaned back into his pillows and rolled his hips back against the fingers that moved inside of him slickly. (Weird, weird feeling. He hadn't even considering sticking things up there before this moment. If not for the fact that he was sweating everywhere and tingling with hormones he figured he would have been more upset about this invasion.)

Vegeta moved, pressed against him and pulled his fingers out, dug his hands into Gohan's skin on his hips and pulled him down as he rocked his hips forward and pushed in to him. He shivered instinctively and jerked down, panted hard and felt his heartbeat really pick up as his legs opened as far as he had ever seen them open before. (Apparently hormones affected flexibility.) His teeth clenched as Vegeta rubbed against him internally. The Prince was hanging his head, his face turned away from Gohan so he couldn't see the look.

It was probably a damn good look too.

Gohan clenched his teeth harder, ran his hands down the slim sweaty back above him and gripped the hips tight, pulled them flush against him and whined because they didn't quite fit tight this way. So he surged up and knocked them over, whimpered as Vegeta moved inside of him, shifting around and landed ontop of him, driving the hardness deeper.

Vegeta growled at him.

Gohan ignored him. Thrust his hips down against the hardness, doing the work he figured Vegeta would do and his whole body clenched and shook, unaccustom to the sensation, unused to even the desire. He felt his hair against his face, the sweat trickling down his chest and it was driving him fucking CRAZY. Vegeta smirked (he could just barely see him through his narrowed eyes) and he leaned down, bit his lip, worked himself as hard as he could sitting like this. Felt the hands on his stomach, moving up. Broad (bare--Vegeta wasn't wearing his gloves!) palms against his chest, over his nipples, pressing against him.

Oh that was good too.

He gasped, choked for the breath to keep living and grabbed Vegeta's hands, pressed them harder against him, felt the thumbs rubbing back and forth against his chest and shook his head back and forth. His hips stopped moving and his erection throbbed in objection. His whole body felt empty and needy, and he couldn't fill it. It just kept getting bigger, a chasm opening up inside of him and the longer he stayed still the deeper the need drew until he whined and dropped his hands back to the bed, adjusted his leverage and started to move again.

Vegeta bared his teeth at him, his hands moved away from Gohan's chest. Curled around his waist and lifted him up, off the hardness that he had been riding, turned him over so he was on his knees and Vegeta rolled onto his knees behind him, positioned himself and pressed in. There was a bright escalation of power, fast rising so it almost burned, and Gohan tried to say no, but Vegeta made it to Super Saiyan before he could get his mouth open.

Just as well. The only sound he made was something like a curse and a sob. He jerked back against the larger hardness inside of him, shoving it further into his body until he was trembling everywhere. Vegeta held him in place and started to move, slowly at first, probably smirking at his own damn superiority, and then faster. Short hard jerks into him.

He pressed his hot face into the blanket, tipped it so he could breath. Everything in the universe was focused on the feeling of the movement inside of him, the shock of pleasure, the shrinking feeling of emptiness. The need heightened almost unbearably.

Then Vegeta thrust one last time and there was the wet feeling inside of him, warm and he shivered hard and came himself. Panted for breath as Vegeta pulled away and flopped back on his bed so he was laying on the pillows, one hand on his stomach, looking down at him. Strange look on his face.

Gohan rolled onto his side. Breathed, and looked up at Vegeta.

Brilliant. Wasn't this like exactly opposite to what he decided he was going to do? He remembered deciding not to further his involvement with Vegeta. To defeat him in the tournament and be done with it. But laying here, looking up at him, he was perfectly okay.

Content. Happy--even. His stomach felt all tight and slightly painful, and the rest of him was numb, but he figured this was a normal thing. He let his eyes drift closed, thought happy thoughts of sleeping...

"OH SHIT," he snapped, "MY MOM WILL KILL ME!" He shot to his feet (slight ow there) and yanked the covers off the bed, all of them at once, sending Vegeta rolling off the bed and onto the floor. He rolled the whole mass up into a bundle and dropped it in front of the door before grabbing his pants off the floor and tugging them on. He looked at himself in the mirror, figured he looked normal enough and ran downstairs to wash the blankets before his mom got home.

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He figured that getting dumped on the floor was essentially the same thing as being told to leave. And since he had no real lingering desire to see the kid, he left.

That was two weeks ago. He had been training continuously all that time. Reminding himself every time he got a free second that it was an impossiblity that Gohan was capable of carrying a child. He was--HUMAN--for Kami's sake. Besides, the lasting scent and desire was probably just a side-effect of the fact it was the kid's first time. Humping in the wide open wasn't as satisfying as full-out sex.

And the kid was very satisfying.

Vegeta was sure that the whole thing was dead. Worked out of his system. Worked out of the kid's system. They would fight in the tournament, he would beat the boy and everything would be normal and fine. He didn't even think about the fact that it was a possiblity that Gohan could be pregnant--because it wasn't a possibility. He just trained in his GR.

All the time.

Because the tournament was coming up. Not so he didn't have time to think about it. Because he didn't want to see Gohan.

Which apparently did not make a difference at all because his GR was shut down by the annoying woman, the door opened and instead of her voice (always slightly worried about him even though he was FINE when he trained for hours at a time. He wasn't a HUMAN) it was Gohan. He stepped into the room, shoulders slouched forward, hands stuffed in the pockets of his pants and the shirt he was wearing was too big, it sagged down around his hips like a balloon.

"Vegeta," Gohan said, pulled his hand out his pants pocket, curled it up in his shirt and pulled it up, "I think we have a problem." There wasn't a truly noticeable bulge on his waist, not even a little pooch, but with the shirt pulled up he could see the strange color of his skin, and the ki that emanated from his waist was pulsing like a heartbeat.

"Oh shit," Vegeta whispered.

"That's not what it is."

So. Right. Apparently his impossibility (it was never an impossibility, he was just trying to convince himself and failing otherwise he would have told the kid before now and...whatever.) He gave Gohan a bored look. "Then what is it?"

Gohan crossed the distance between the two of them, faster than he'd seen the kid move--hell, faster than he'd seen Kakarot move, or the green-android or anything else in the whole history of movement--and Gohan punched him in the face and kicked him in the gut, sent him sprawling back against the wall, followed him over, grabbed him by the shirt and slammed him against the floor. "WHAT IS IT?!" he yelled.

Pregnant Saiyans were the best planet purgers.

Then the hands unfisted his shirt and Gohan moved away. Stood in the middle of the room with very wide eyes and ran a hand through his hair. "I... I--" he took a breath and watched Vegeta get back to his feet. "Did you know this was going to happen?"

"No."

"Fucking liar." Gohan sneered at him and then ran his hand through his hair again. "I can't have a kid, Vegeta. I'm already enough of a freak." Then he turned and looked at him again. Hung his head.

"You can't get rid of it. The only real way to kill an unborn Saiyan baby would be for the parent to die." Not that that worked. The dead parent just carried the baby around for all eternity in otherworld. Unborn Saiyans were no less stubborn than the born ones. They attached themselves to their mothers with all the force of their energy and in all the history of Vegeta-sei there had been exactly one successful abortion.

That woman lived three glorious hours past her child. She died from blood loss because her entire lower half had to be removed to kill the child.

"I can't FUCKING KEEP IT!" Gohan shouted at him, then stopped. "What am I going to tell my mother? What are you going to tell Bulma? And...how is it going to get out?"

"I don't have to tell the woman anything," he said in return.

Gohan glared at him. "You're such a fucking ass, Vegeta. We should have killed you. My dad's an idiot. I would have let you die."

Vegeta just gave him another bored look. Felt his fingers tense, slightly curled at his sides. It was a fine line to walk, dealing with a pregnant Saiyan. And there had never been a Super-Saiyan pregnancy before. Gohan already had the power to destroy the world. Now he had the attitude to do it. "Take comfort in the fact you're probably going to die."

"Take comfort in the fact that I'm going to rip your balls off and stuff them down your fucking throat if you don't stop being a fucking ass for five seconds."

Ouch.

"All the male pregnancies resulted in the death of the mothers. Male Saiyans are not equiped with the proper canals to birth the child. The presence of a uterus is a birth defect."

"What about c-section?" Gohan said. Then he shook his head, dropped down so he was crouching and buried his face in both his hands. "What am I going to tell my mother?" Like a whine.

"We didn't have c-sections."

Gohan stood up again, took a deep breath and let it out. "So. You're going to explain this all to Bulma and together you can come up with a way for the kid to be born. I'll be back tomorrow." Then he headed toward the door. Stopped as he opened the door. "I'm still going to kick your ass at the tournament."

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Gohan: Check out my mental breakdown!

Vegeta: *abused*

Gohan: Oh, whatever. It's about time I got to be the main character. *does a jig*

Vegeta: I hope you puke your guts out.
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