A Saiyan Way of Life

Title: A Saiyan Way of Life

Author: 2dragonkat

Summary: Sequel to my fic Alternate Reality. Life for the Saiyan family after Buu. Goku/Vegeta, Piccolo/Gohan, future Trunks/Goten.

Discalimer: ...sigh...yes I'll admit it, none of these characters are mine, I just hijacked them for my story. I'll give them back, I promise.

Rating: Mature for some chapters.

Overall Warnings: explicit yaoi, mpreg, angst, deviation from the DBZ plot but Uub will be present (just as a plot device), and bashing of various DBZ ladies.

AN: Alright people. I've started a new system where I'll be posting new chapters as I get others written. But I promise if I hit a writer's block (which is very unlikely at the moment) that I will update once a week. I'm still working on a Firefly fic and just today I ran into a challenge on a forum I'm a part of so I've got two short fics I want to finish by Friday. This fic is still continuing smoothly but who knows what the next week will bring.

I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. It's more focused on Piccolo and Gohan, I'm setting up for something big in the next chapter.

Warnings for this chapter: smut (whoo-hoo) but it's Piccolo/Gohan (G/V fans you can skip it if you want).

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Chapter Five – Heated Home

WC: 3,211

Gohan sat at the dining room table, rolling his eyes at his father and brothers who were stuffing their faces in wild abandon, spraying pieces of food in every direction. Seems he had inherited his Papa’s way of eating, still eating quickly, but in a very neat and tidy way. He glanced at his Papa and chuckled at his exasperated expression, but he made no move to correct their actions, because the three of them were having so much fun.

Piccolo had disappeared for the day, saying he had something important he needed to do. Gohan would have pouted at the fact his lover was keeping secrets from him but he had been reassured by Piccolo that everything he was doing in secret was for Gohan. The young man always got a warm feeling in his chest whenever he thought about it. Because after his explanation Piccolo had kissed him so strongly and passionately that Gohan’s lips had tingled for hours afterwards.

Piccolo had been going off for whole days on his own for several weeks now, occasionally being joined by his father and brothers, leaving him and Papa in the dark as to what the surprise was.

It had been about three months since the party his family had hosted and Gohan had been happy to note a slight change in his Papa. Vegeta was smiling a lot more, like he had before the World Martial Arts Tournament. After their fight with Buu his Papa had had many moments when he would just sit around, staring into space, and brooding. He didn’t smile as much, except around his brothers. And there were times he would pull away from them, looking almost afraid, staring at his own hands like he didn’t even recognize them.

But since the party his Papa was just like he used to be, when it was just the four of them for all those years. He even seemed happier now because his father was also around, and Goku had a way of making everyone feel good. He was so relieved, because he had worried so much that Buu had left a terrible scar on his Papa, one he might not recover from. But since the night of the party his Papa had been much calmer. Gohan wondered what his father had done, but as long as it had a positive effect he didn’t need to know.

When lunch was done he went into the living room with his brothers to watch TV to give his parents some time alone. He sat in one of the couches, smiling as his brothers argued over what to watch, finally picking a completely different show then the ones they had been fighting over. He sat back, not really watching the cartoon, but letting his mind drift, thinking about his mate…and his surprise.

Suddenly he realized the room looked strange, like it was…tinted red. His body felt really light, like he was floating…and he had the strangest urge to go outside and…howl or something. He felt really hot and he raised a hand to his cheek, pulling it back to find it covered in sweat. He opened and closed his eyes sluggishly, trying to get a hold of himself, but it was so hard…it felt like he wanted to pass out or something.

He looked up; hearing someone calling from a distance…but that wasn’t right…his Papa was right in front of him. He watched his lips move, trying to piece together what he was saying…but he sounded so far away, and it was like he was speaking in slow motion…his words slurred together. He collapsed forward, shivering at the strange sensations flowing through his body.

A sharp slap to his cheek woke him up, and he gasped deeply, feeling like he had been held under water for a long time. “Gohan look at me,” Vegeta called and he looked up, realizing he was held tight to his Papa’s chest. He was still sitting on the couch and Vegeta was kneeling on the floor in front of him, supporting his weight.

“What’s happening to me,” he rasped, still sweating from the heat inside his body.

“You’re going into your heat Gohan,” Vegeta whispered gently, stroking his damp hair. “I was beginning to worry you wouldn’t and I’m sorry I didn’t prepare you better.”

Gohan heard regret in his Papa’s voice and he nuzzled his face into his neck, trying to tell him it was okay. After a few moments he was pushed back so he could properly see Vegeta.

“Listen to what I tell you. You are in the pre-stages of a Saiyan heat. It’s something only a Sub will go through…so now we know what you are,” he began, leaning Gohan back into the couch pillows.

“This is the part where a Sub, when he is ready, will allow what is called the Blossoming to occur. This is when the body goes through a change internally that will allow him to bear children. This can also be done outside of a heat, but it takes extreme willpower and concentration. One slip up and there will be no chance for a pregnancy. The heat is special for a Sub because it gets them ready with little effort. The heat is also a time when both the Dom and the Sub are most fertile.

“I’m going to help guide you, so you can stop your body’s change. It’s very simple and will not affect your chances in the future. So now I want you to…”

“Why can’t I have a baby now,” Gohan asked. Until now he hadn’t considered the possibility, but now that the idea was in his head it wouldn’t leave. He wanted to be a dad…he wanted to have Piccolo’s child.

“Gohan you’re so young. I know you feel you want a child, I felt the same during my first heat, but you’re not ready. You’re bond is still young, not to mention fragile. Bringing a baby into the world is very difficult, and if either partner has the slightest doubts the consequences for the child can be disastrous. Radditz told me of children had trouble bonding with others because the bond with their parents wasn’t solid enough. They became aggressive, hostile…even feared. You don’t want that do you,” Vegeta asked, holding Gohan’s face in his hands as he spoke, making sure his son understood. He saw the reluctance, the fight in those eyes. His son wanted a child…badly. And neither of them knew how much until this moment. He shook his head and tried again.

“You’re not ready. And also we have no idea if you and Piccolo can even have a child together. You two have managed to bond, yes. But you are still of different species, you might not be compatible when it comes to making a baby together,” he whispered, not wanting to say it, but it was a doubt that needed to be recognized.

“You’re wrong,” Gohan shouted, agitated in his seat. “We can have a child together. We can. Don’t you ever say we can’t Pops, just don’t.”

Vegeta sighed, leaning close to his son and pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Alright Gohan. I won’t say it. I believe just as much as you do that you and Piccolo can have a child together, but not now. Wait until you’re older and more experienced,” he said, pulling back and staring hard at his son.

Gohan sat, quiet for a while before nodding. Accepting Vegeta’s words. Right now wasn’t the time…but Gohan wasn’t going to wait another ten years for this opportunity…but he won’t tell his Papa that. He watched as Vegeta smiled at him before grabbing his hands. “Do exactly as I say Gohan,” Vegeta said, continuing when Gohan nodded in understanding.

“Close your eyes and focus inside your body. The reason your body is getting so hot right now is because all of your chi is being gathered in a different spot, almost like making an energy ball, but inside your body. Do you see where it's going,” he asked, waiting for Gohan to nod before continuing.

“Find the edge of it. See how it has stopped, like it’s waiting for something. Good. It’s waiting for you to tell it what to do. This energy is part of your life force, not the usual energy we use in battle. If you tell it to, this ball of energy will go about changing you body, allowing you to carry a child. I don’t know all the details but I do know it’s painless, just strange feeling. Now this is the moment when a Sub will either give the ball a push forward, telling it to continue it’s job, or push it backwards, telling it not to do it’s job. I want you to push it back Gohan, tell it not to make you ready.”

Gohan’s eyed pinched and his forehead wrinkled as he did as his Papa told him. He had listened carefully storing the information away. Hoping to use it at a later time. He touched the ball of energy, almost feeling like he was being burned before shoving it away, higher up into his body where all his chi was stored. He opened his eyes, smiling slightly at his Papa who smiled back. “Good job,” Vegeta said.

Gohan felt his body temperature drop as the energy dissipated. His vision was still reddish and his skin felt tingly, but he figured these were normal traits of a heat. He shakily stood up, using his Papa for support. “I suppose I should go to Piccolo now,” he said, scratching his chin.

“Actually he’s already here. I sent Kakarot to go get him when I first smelled your heat. I also sent the boys up to their room so they wouldn’t get in the way,” Vegeta said, guiding Gohan to the front door.

He looked wide eyed at his Papa, disbelieving that all that had happened and he hadn’t noticed. Vegeta only smirked at him, stopping in front of the door. “At the time when your heat was first realized, your body wanted you to focus on the choice you needed to make within you. It’s a defense mechanism because if a Sub doesn’t make the choice within a few hours the energy will kill them. Not a pleasant experience Radditz told me,” he said, opening the door and pushing Gohan outside.

He saw his father and Piccolo standing on the front lawn. He stumbled down the steps of the front porch, trying to get to Piccolo as fast as possible. He collapsed in his mate’s waiting arms, feeling himself scooped up and held close. He looked back over his shoulder to see his parents entering the house, both waving as the door closed. He sighed, closing his eyes and resting his head on Piccolo’s shoulder as his mate took off, flying them to a place where they could be alone for the next week.

Gohan sighed as they landed, not noticing his surroundings, just focusing on the warmth of his mate’s body against his own. He was laid out onto soft sheets but he only saw Piccolo. He moaned as fingers danced over his sensitized skin, writhing on the bed as pleasure tingled through his nerves. His eyes closed with a sigh as their lips met in a soft kiss, breathing deep Piccolo’s tantalizing scent.

His skin felt itchy and he needed to get rid of the clothes. He sat up, ripping and shredding his clothes, panting with relief. One glance at Piccolo and Gohan was ripping off his mate’s clothes, whimpering as their naked bodies came together in an intimate embrace. He lay back, holding Piccolo close to him, wrapping his legs around his mate’s waist. Rubbing their groins together he panted against Piccolo’s shoulder, begging the man to take him.

Gohan cried out as he was penetrated roughly, strong hands pinning him to the bed as he was taken. He growled at Piccolo, not in disagreement but in encouragement. Their loving was fierce and quick, passionate and nothing either had experienced before. It was over in a matter of moments, both collapsing together in a mix of sweat and come. Gohan stared at the ceiling, feeling his grip on reality loosen that much more as his heat took him over completely, leaving nothing behind but instinct and desire for the man covering his body.

One week later Gohan opened his eyes. He stretched on top of the rumpled sheets he lay in, staring at the ceiling and realizing he wasn’t seeing red anymore. He felt more grounded and in control of himself, and it felt amazing. He sat up, looking around for Piccolo but was distracted by something much more important.

He didn’t recognize the room he was in.

He gazed around, curious, because this wasn’t his bedroom at home, nor was it in the small hut he and Piccolo stayed in for training. It didn’t even look like any of the rooms in the lookout…so where exactly was he?

The bedroom he was in was rather bare, the bed being the only piece of furniture. The walls and ceiling were a pale green, the carpet beige, and the curtains over the large single window were lavender. He saw three other doors, two on the same wall across from the bed, and when he leaned from one side to the other on the bed to look through the open doors he saw they lead to a closet and a bathroom.

He looked at the other door, knowing it lead to the rest of…wherever he was, but it was closed. He started getting up, but realized with a blush that he was naked…but it made sense, since he had been having sex with his mate for the past week straight. He pulled a sheet from the bed with him. It was a light butter yellow, as were the matching pillows, with the comforter matching the curtains. He wrapped the sheet around him in a make-shift toga, walking to the door and opening it, peeking around the corner.

He was met with a hallway, filled with boxes and pieces of furniture like tables and chairs, of all variety. He was at one end of the hallway, noticing another door across from him and what looked like stairs at the end of the hallway, leading downward. So he was on the second floor of this building. He padded down the soft carpet, peeking curiously into open boxes and running his hands over the fabric of some chairs. He paused at one box in particular…because it held many of his possessions, like pictures and books. He scratched his head, finally deciding to figure out if he was alone in this place.

He closed his eyes, reaching out his senses and searching for any nearby chi signatures. He discovered that his parents and Piccolo were downstairs, and it felt like his brothers were outside, further away. And with the fluctuations of their chi he assumed they were sparing. He pulled the sheet tighter around himself and walked quickly down the hallway, pausing at the stairs, listening as a conversation floated up to him.

“…So he’s alright,” Gohan heard his father say, sounding relieved.

“He’s fine. Both of you worry too much. I took care of him. You told me everything I needed to know Vegeta. Gohan is perfectly fine and is upstairs now,” Gohan heard his mate say. He leaned forward a little, wondering why there was such a tense pause in the conversation. “Vegeta don’t look at me like that. Gohan is fine, he’ll be awake soon and you can see for yourself.”

Gohan then heard a giant sigh, and he knew it was from his Papa. He could just picture him now; he was so protective of him and his brothers. Vegeta would be standing in front of Piccolo, some how managing to make his tall lover feel like the shortest man alive with his glare. He would be crossing his arms, tapping one foot, and standing perfectly still. His sigh though meant he had relaxed his posture and was accepting Piccolo’s reasoning.

“Fine,” Vegeta mumbled, huffing and walking away.

Gohan put a hand over his mouth to cover up his chuckling; his Papa was such a spoiled brat sometimes. He started walking down the stairs but stopped, when his father started talking to Piccolo.

“I see you’re almost done here,” Goku said.

“Just about. I’m just putting in furniture and finishing up some painting. Do you think Gohan will like it,” Piccolo asked, and Gohan leaned closer down the stairway. Like what, he wondered.

“He’ll love it Piccolo. Vegeta does too. Did you see him; he was almost crying he was so happy. I think building Gohan a house for you two to live in was such a great idea,” Goku said and Gohan gripped the railing hard, nearly falling in his shock. He was in a home right now…his home. “I mean, Vegeta was wondering why you spent so much time asking him questions about how he built our house. He should have seen it coming.”

“You certainly didn’t Goku,” Piccolo replied with a drawl. “You wouldn’t shut up for five minutes when I first brought you here to help.”

“Yeah but Geta’s smarter than me. Still it was great to see his expression when we got here this morning.”

“Yeah it was. I’ll be teasing him about it for years now.”

“Hey now Piccolo. Don’t you go making fun of my mate or I’ll have to hurt you.”

“Yeah like I would believe that Goku.”

“…”

“…You’re serious…”

“You’re damn right I’m serious. No one makes Vegeta feel bad, and I mean no one.”

“…”

“…stop smiling at me like that Piccolo, you’re scaring me.”

“Humph. You’re awfully protective of Vegeta aren’t you?”

“Of course I am. I’m his mate. You’re the same you know.”

“…”

“Shut up, you are. You wouldn’t let Vegeta up there to see Gohan. If that’s not protectiveness of your mate, I don’t know what is.”

“…”

“I rest my case.”

“You aren’t as stupid as you make people believe are you.”

“Nope, but don’t spread the word. I’ve spent a lifetime perfecting my reputation.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever understand you.”

Gohan finally detangled his hands from the railing, rubbing some feeling back into them after gripping the wood so hard. He cringed at the indentation left by his hands in the wood…he’ll have to apologize and fix that later. He still couldn’t believe it. He and Piccolo had a home. A place where they could live together. What a wonderful thing.

He quickly walked down the stairs and found his father and Piccolo standing in what appeared to be the living room, looking out the window, presumably watching Vegeta and his brothers. He walked into the room, watching as both men turned, both smiling at him, but he didn’t give either time to speak. He just stalked up to Piccolo, placed his hands on either side of his face and kissed him soundly, pressing close to his large body. He had never loved this man more than he did right at that moment.

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