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Chapter Three: Revelations
Two weeks later Gohan was sitting in his office grading papers when Goten walked in, or rather barged in as he didn’t knock.
“What do you want, Goten.” Gohan didn’t bother looking up at his brother, and continued his work.
“Dad and I need to talk to you about something. Can you come to Capsule Corp. tonight?”
“Why should I. You two seem to be getting along just fine without me around. Can’t handle a couple of horny princes?”
“What’s gotten into you Gohan? You’re never like this.” Goten looked quizzically at his brother.
Gohan stared at Goten then turned away, “You wouldn’t understand, Chibi, but I’ll come by if it makes you feel better.”
“Great, see you then.” Goten smiled brightly and left.
Gohan set his pen down and sighed. He’d been avoiding Capsule Corp. intentionally. Or more precisely he’d been avoiding Vegeta. He can’t get past the feeling that the older saiyan has an ulterior motive behind that wish. Maybe if he talked to his father tonight he might have a clue as to what it is.
*****
Vegeta had never worked so hard in his life to get what he wanted. Not even his burning desire to become a super saiyan compares to his pursuit of this new goal. Kakarot was avoiding him, whenever he came near he used that damn instant transmission to disappear again. He was beginning to get really impatient, the man was impossible.
He was training at Capsule Corp in the gravity room when he suddenly felt Kakarot’s ki nearby. Instantly he lowered his own ki and turned off the machine. Exiting the GR he slowly made his way inside where he felt Kakarot and his youngest brat. His own brat was there too.
He stopped at the entryway to the kitchen and listened.
“ …don’t feel so good, and I’m kinda tired. I wish Gohan would hurry and get here.” That was the youngest brat’s voice.
“Give him some time, koi, he’ll be here. He still thinks dad had some higher plan on wishing our tail back.” And that would be his brat.
“Trunks, you have no idea-”
“-how much I’ve missed out on our spars.” Vegeta cut into Kakarot’s sentence. Three heads turned to stare, one growled.
“Go away Vegeta.” Goku growled at him, his tail tightened around his waist defensively.
“Dad … what …?” Goten was sitting on a stool at the counter, tail twined around Trunks’ own lavender tail.
“I think I’ll stay. You’ve been avoiding me long enough, Kakarot.” Vegeta glared at the other pureblooded saiyan.
“I have nothing to say to you, and nothing you do will change that fact.”
“Oh you’d be surprised what I can do that would make you change your mind.”
Goten stared in shock at the harsh words being said between his father and Vegeta, who’d been a father figure to him his first seven years. “Can we please stop this useless fighting, just for once. Dad, please?” He looked pleadingly at Goku then placed a hand across his still flat abdomen.
Vegeta frowned a minute gazing at the younger boy, then smirked at the extra ki signature he sensed within the boy. Vegeta thought about it and then turned to his own mate and concentrated … deeper … ah yep there. His smirk grew larger. “I think Goten’s not the only one who needs to settle down.”
Goku’s eyes widened and stumbled back a step. His hand involuntarily went to his stomach. His eyes narrowed, “I told you to go away.”
Vegeta stepped further into the kitchen. “This is my house Kakarot, I have as much right to be here as my son does.” He went to the fridge and pulled out a soda. “So what is it you wanted to say to your brat?”
“It does not concern you, Vegeta.”
“Oh, but I think it does.”
Trunks watched the byplay between his father and Goku with growing confusion. He stared at them until he felt Gohan’s ki signature approaching.
“Gohan’s here.”
“Great, I have something to discuss with the brat.” Vegeta leaned back against a wall arms folded across his chest, smirk firmly in place.
Goku growled at the prince and turned his back on him. He went to the door just as Gohan landed and welcomed his son inside.
“So what’s this about dad?” Gohan asked as soon as he saw Goku. He took in his father’s haggard appearance and weary face. “Dad? You Ok?” Gohan put a reassuring arm across his father’s shoulders and guided him to a stool. He stiffened as he noticed Vegeta standing nearby.
“Don’t worry about it son, it’ll pass.”
Vegeta smirked inwardly, In about five months.
“Ok, so what did you guys want to talk to me about?” Gohan glanced between his father and his brother. That was when he noticed the two younger demi saiyans and their entwined tails.
Trunks glanced at Goten, who nodded. “Well, since the whole family is here Goten and I have an announcement to make.” He cleared his throat, “Goten’s pregnant.”
Gohan’s mouth dropped open in shock. “Wha…how…?” Then everything clicked in his head. He rounded on Vegeta, “I knew you had a reason for that fucking wish. That’s why you wished back our tails.”
Vegeta tensed, ready in case the brat attacked him. He decided that it was time to ‘spill the beans’ as his ex-wife says.
“Without his tail the brat was essentially neutered. With it back he can have as many children as the two of them want. I was checking out some of my old data files and found references to third classes and a certain… shall we say, mutation that shows up every thousand years or so in the event of the lack of saiyan females being born. When Vegetasei was destroyed there where possibly thirty females alive, and the majority of them were elites. The process was already in effect for fifty years prior as reports were coming in that third class soldiers were sent home for maternity leave. Three in five saiyans showed the mutation after a certain age. As Kakarot is third class, he carries the gene for the mutation. I asked the dragon how many saiyans alive can produce and he said three. So now you know my side and why I made the wish.”
As soon as he finished talking a fist landed in his face that propelled him back against the wall leaving nice size indentation. He looked up to see Gohan panting heavily, hands fisted angrily.
“You bastard, you selfish arrogant bastard.”
“Gohan, maybe you should calm down. What Vegeta did was not really wrong, we just wish he would have asked us all beforehand.” Goten said putting a reassuring hand on his brothers shoulder. “Think about it rationally a minute. I’m really not upset about this.”
“Yeah? Well Goten, you seem to be the only one.” Gohan sneered at his little brother.
Trunks stepped in front of Goten protectively, “You have your answers now Gohan. I suggest you leave before anything happens.”
“Don’t worry I am leaving,” and with that he stalked out the door and blasted off.
Trunks relaxed as the elder demi saiyan took off. He then turned to his father, “How long is a saiyan pregnancy?”
“Five months. And congratulations, son.”
“Thanks, we’re going to bed now, if it’s all right with you.”
Vegeta nodded and as they left he turned to stare at Goku. The other saiyan was staring at the floor thinking hard.
“Kaka-”
“Don’t, please … I … need some time.”
“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry… sorry for not asking. I won’t say that I’m sorry for that night, because I’m not. I’ll give you all the time you need Kakarot, but keep in mind that we ARE bonded. And you are carrying MY child.”
“Just … please, just give me some time.” Goku was wide eyed staring at his mate. Oh Kami, he is my mate. I can’t deny him. He put two fingers to his forehead and vanished before his resolve broke.
*****
Gohan arrived at his apartment seething. I knew it, that bastard. I bet he did it just to fuck my father and get pureblooded children from him.
He flopped onto the couch with a groan closing his eyes. He just sat there for a while trying to calm down. He didn’t realize it would be hard being in the others presence. Their scent thrilled and terrified him all at the same time. He’d resisted for this long but if he came in contact again he’ll lose it.
He was so deep in thought that he never heard the slider of his balcony open, nor the footsteps approach. What broke him out of his thoughts was the scent. His eyes opened in surprise at the sight before him.
Vegeta, clad in just jeans and t-shirt, arms crossed over his chest staring at him.
“V… Vegeta…” he stuttered, “Wha…”
“You can’t keep suppressing it kid. It will burn you up if you keep this up. I think you’ve resisted long enough, brat.” The prince stated just staring at him knowingly.
“Stay away from me you bastard.” Gohan snarled at the other man, wishing he could lash out but knew that one touch would be his undoing.
Vegeta uncurled his tail from around his waist and let it sway behind him, his musk fill the room. He gazed at the boy before him, watching his eyes begin to glaze over. He stepped towards the couch slowly, carefully so as not to scare the boy.
Gohan pressed himself back into the couch trying to keep Vegeta from touching him. “Pl …” No, I will not beg. “S…s… stay b… back.”
Vegeta crouched down in front of him and gently touched his leg, “Don’t fight this Gohan, you need the release.” He started to purr, letting the sound vibrate through his body until the sound penetrated the boy’s heavy breathing and began to calm him. He ran his hand up and down Gohan’s leg in a soothing manner until he felt the tension malt away. Slowly he pulled on the leg extending it out past his waist. He leaned into Gohan’s chest running his nose up the hard abs followed by his tongue licking the same path.
Gohan moaned as Vegeta licked his way up his stomach to his neck nuzzling him. His hands clenched the couch refusing to grip the other closer to him, even though it was what his body was telling him to do. His breathing became ragged as gasp escaped his lips whenever Vegeta found a sensitive spot.
Lost in the sensations no never noticed that Vegeta had stripped away all clothing and was pressing him back onto the couch. He burned at the touch of Vegeta’s slick fingers probing his entrance, his hips thrusting to meet them. He gasped as two fingers … no three entered his entrance stretching him, preparing him. Then he groaned at the loss of those fingers.
Vegeta pulled his leg up, leaned down and kissed him and swiftly thrust into the prepared entrance. Gohan saw stars at the feel of being filled completely. He thrust up to meet each of Vegeta’s thrusts moaning and gasping as Vegeta hit his pleasure spot again and again until he exploded and his own seed spilled between them. Vegeta gave a few final thrusts, ready to come, and as he pushed the boy’s neck to the side, to mark him, he froze.
There on the side of Gohan’s neck was a claiming mark.
TBC
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OOOHHHH had to stop there *grins* yes I know I’m evil. Who marked Gohan? Wait and find out!!
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Chapter Three: Revelations
Two weeks later Gohan was sitting in his office grading papers when Goten walked in, or rather barged in as he didn’t knock.
“What do you want, Goten.” Gohan didn’t bother looking up at his brother, and continued his work.
“Dad and I need to talk to you about something. Can you come to Capsule Corp. tonight?”
“Why should I. You two seem to be getting along just fine without me around. Can’t handle a couple of horny princes?”
“What’s gotten into you Gohan? You’re never like this.” Goten looked quizzically at his brother.
Gohan stared at Goten then turned away, “You wouldn’t understand, Chibi, but I’ll come by if it makes you feel better.”
“Great, see you then.” Goten smiled brightly and left.
Gohan set his pen down and sighed. He’d been avoiding Capsule Corp. intentionally. Or more precisely he’d been avoiding Vegeta. He can’t get past the feeling that the older saiyan has an ulterior motive behind that wish. Maybe if he talked to his father tonight he might have a clue as to what it is.
*****
Vegeta had never worked so hard in his life to get what he wanted. Not even his burning desire to become a super saiyan compares to his pursuit of this new goal. Kakarot was avoiding him, whenever he came near he used that damn instant transmission to disappear again. He was beginning to get really impatient, the man was impossible.
He was training at Capsule Corp in the gravity room when he suddenly felt Kakarot’s ki nearby. Instantly he lowered his own ki and turned off the machine. Exiting the GR he slowly made his way inside where he felt Kakarot and his youngest brat. His own brat was there too.
He stopped at the entryway to the kitchen and listened.
“ …don’t feel so good, and I’m kinda tired. I wish Gohan would hurry and get here.” That was the youngest brat’s voice.
“Give him some time, koi, he’ll be here. He still thinks dad had some higher plan on wishing our tail back.” And that would be his brat.
“Trunks, you have no idea-”
“-how much I’ve missed out on our spars.” Vegeta cut into Kakarot’s sentence. Three heads turned to stare, one growled.
“Go away Vegeta.” Goku growled at him, his tail tightened around his waist defensively.
“Dad … what …?” Goten was sitting on a stool at the counter, tail twined around Trunks’ own lavender tail.
“I think I’ll stay. You’ve been avoiding me long enough, Kakarot.” Vegeta glared at the other pureblooded saiyan.
“I have nothing to say to you, and nothing you do will change that fact.”
“Oh you’d be surprised what I can do that would make you change your mind.”
Goten stared in shock at the harsh words being said between his father and Vegeta, who’d been a father figure to him his first seven years. “Can we please stop this useless fighting, just for once. Dad, please?” He looked pleadingly at Goku then placed a hand across his still flat abdomen.
Vegeta frowned a minute gazing at the younger boy, then smirked at the extra ki signature he sensed within the boy. Vegeta thought about it and then turned to his own mate and concentrated … deeper … ah yep there. His smirk grew larger. “I think Goten’s not the only one who needs to settle down.”
Goku’s eyes widened and stumbled back a step. His hand involuntarily went to his stomach. His eyes narrowed, “I told you to go away.”
Vegeta stepped further into the kitchen. “This is my house Kakarot, I have as much right to be here as my son does.” He went to the fridge and pulled out a soda. “So what is it you wanted to say to your brat?”
“It does not concern you, Vegeta.”
“Oh, but I think it does.”
Trunks watched the byplay between his father and Goku with growing confusion. He stared at them until he felt Gohan’s ki signature approaching.
“Gohan’s here.”
“Great, I have something to discuss with the brat.” Vegeta leaned back against a wall arms folded across his chest, smirk firmly in place.
Goku growled at the prince and turned his back on him. He went to the door just as Gohan landed and welcomed his son inside.
“So what’s this about dad?” Gohan asked as soon as he saw Goku. He took in his father’s haggard appearance and weary face. “Dad? You Ok?” Gohan put a reassuring arm across his father’s shoulders and guided him to a stool. He stiffened as he noticed Vegeta standing nearby.
“Don’t worry about it son, it’ll pass.”
Vegeta smirked inwardly, In about five months.
“Ok, so what did you guys want to talk to me about?” Gohan glanced between his father and his brother. That was when he noticed the two younger demi saiyans and their entwined tails.
Trunks glanced at Goten, who nodded. “Well, since the whole family is here Goten and I have an announcement to make.” He cleared his throat, “Goten’s pregnant.”
Gohan’s mouth dropped open in shock. “Wha…how…?” Then everything clicked in his head. He rounded on Vegeta, “I knew you had a reason for that fucking wish. That’s why you wished back our tails.”
Vegeta tensed, ready in case the brat attacked him. He decided that it was time to ‘spill the beans’ as his ex-wife says.
“Without his tail the brat was essentially neutered. With it back he can have as many children as the two of them want. I was checking out some of my old data files and found references to third classes and a certain… shall we say, mutation that shows up every thousand years or so in the event of the lack of saiyan females being born. When Vegetasei was destroyed there where possibly thirty females alive, and the majority of them were elites. The process was already in effect for fifty years prior as reports were coming in that third class soldiers were sent home for maternity leave. Three in five saiyans showed the mutation after a certain age. As Kakarot is third class, he carries the gene for the mutation. I asked the dragon how many saiyans alive can produce and he said three. So now you know my side and why I made the wish.”
As soon as he finished talking a fist landed in his face that propelled him back against the wall leaving nice size indentation. He looked up to see Gohan panting heavily, hands fisted angrily.
“You bastard, you selfish arrogant bastard.”
“Gohan, maybe you should calm down. What Vegeta did was not really wrong, we just wish he would have asked us all beforehand.” Goten said putting a reassuring hand on his brothers shoulder. “Think about it rationally a minute. I’m really not upset about this.”
“Yeah? Well Goten, you seem to be the only one.” Gohan sneered at his little brother.
Trunks stepped in front of Goten protectively, “You have your answers now Gohan. I suggest you leave before anything happens.”
“Don’t worry I am leaving,” and with that he stalked out the door and blasted off.
Trunks relaxed as the elder demi saiyan took off. He then turned to his father, “How long is a saiyan pregnancy?”
“Five months. And congratulations, son.”
“Thanks, we’re going to bed now, if it’s all right with you.”
Vegeta nodded and as they left he turned to stare at Goku. The other saiyan was staring at the floor thinking hard.
“Kaka-”
“Don’t, please … I … need some time.”
“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry… sorry for not asking. I won’t say that I’m sorry for that night, because I’m not. I’ll give you all the time you need Kakarot, but keep in mind that we ARE bonded. And you are carrying MY child.”
“Just … please, just give me some time.” Goku was wide eyed staring at his mate. Oh Kami, he is my mate. I can’t deny him. He put two fingers to his forehead and vanished before his resolve broke.
*****
Gohan arrived at his apartment seething. I knew it, that bastard. I bet he did it just to fuck my father and get pureblooded children from him.
He flopped onto the couch with a groan closing his eyes. He just sat there for a while trying to calm down. He didn’t realize it would be hard being in the others presence. Their scent thrilled and terrified him all at the same time. He’d resisted for this long but if he came in contact again he’ll lose it.
He was so deep in thought that he never heard the slider of his balcony open, nor the footsteps approach. What broke him out of his thoughts was the scent. His eyes opened in surprise at the sight before him.
Vegeta, clad in just jeans and t-shirt, arms crossed over his chest staring at him.
“V… Vegeta…” he stuttered, “Wha…”
“You can’t keep suppressing it kid. It will burn you up if you keep this up. I think you’ve resisted long enough, brat.” The prince stated just staring at him knowingly.
“Stay away from me you bastard.” Gohan snarled at the other man, wishing he could lash out but knew that one touch would be his undoing.
Vegeta uncurled his tail from around his waist and let it sway behind him, his musk fill the room. He gazed at the boy before him, watching his eyes begin to glaze over. He stepped towards the couch slowly, carefully so as not to scare the boy.
Gohan pressed himself back into the couch trying to keep Vegeta from touching him. “Pl …” No, I will not beg. “S…s… stay b… back.”
Vegeta crouched down in front of him and gently touched his leg, “Don’t fight this Gohan, you need the release.” He started to purr, letting the sound vibrate through his body until the sound penetrated the boy’s heavy breathing and began to calm him. He ran his hand up and down Gohan’s leg in a soothing manner until he felt the tension malt away. Slowly he pulled on the leg extending it out past his waist. He leaned into Gohan’s chest running his nose up the hard abs followed by his tongue licking the same path.
Gohan moaned as Vegeta licked his way up his stomach to his neck nuzzling him. His hands clenched the couch refusing to grip the other closer to him, even though it was what his body was telling him to do. His breathing became ragged as gasp escaped his lips whenever Vegeta found a sensitive spot.
Lost in the sensations no never noticed that Vegeta had stripped away all clothing and was pressing him back onto the couch. He burned at the touch of Vegeta’s slick fingers probing his entrance, his hips thrusting to meet them. He gasped as two fingers … no three entered his entrance stretching him, preparing him. Then he groaned at the loss of those fingers.
Vegeta pulled his leg up, leaned down and kissed him and swiftly thrust into the prepared entrance. Gohan saw stars at the feel of being filled completely. He thrust up to meet each of Vegeta’s thrusts moaning and gasping as Vegeta hit his pleasure spot again and again until he exploded and his own seed spilled between them. Vegeta gave a few final thrusts, ready to come, and as he pushed the boy’s neck to the side, to mark him, he froze.
There on the side of Gohan’s neck was a claiming mark.
TBC
**********************
OOOHHHH had to stop there *grins* yes I know I’m evil. Who marked Gohan? Wait and find out!!
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