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Saiyan Instincts	By : Lorichelle87 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5366 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Saiyan Instincts
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 4
- 5
- 6
Saiyan Instincts

part V

by E. B. Midnight

They battled all night.

And it was as every bit exhilarating as Gohan had needed it to be. It was a miracle they hadn't blown up half the planet but the landscape was certainly a little worse for wear... Ok maybe a lot. That cliff they had started out on was no longer there. It had basically been pushed back several miles but the beach itself had sustained minimal damage. The tide was going back out, a sign that morning was not too far off from now.

Gohan was sprawled out in the surf, the water washing up past his ears only to retreat seconds later leaving him slightly sinking in the damp sand. He himself was also worse for wear, bloodied and bruised up, a throbbing pain in his shoulder and judging from the angle, he could tell it was dislocated. Yet despite this, and the salt of the sea stinging his many cuts, the demi saiyan lay laughing, heartily, much like he had after defeating Cell. Like he had won some great battle and maybe he had. It had been years since he had fought or even trained and the strange fevers he was having lately had built up so much tension inside him that right now, lying in the sea, he felt a thousand times better, like he had finally acted on the anxiety and the rage that constantly ebbed at him. Being near and fighting with another saiyan, especially a full-blooded saiyan, brought those instincts and emotions right out of him. Tossing Vegeta around like a rag doll had most certainly relieved the beast within...

Speaking of Vegeta...

Gohan opened his eyes and craned his sore neck to look around for his comrade, who was no doubt feeling just as shitty right now as he, and he saw the prince several yards to his right, limping in the surf towards him, his saiyan suit torn to shreds and both gloves missing. Gohan strained to sit up and maybe try to help him but he was having a difficult time moving as well and he whimpered in pain. Vegeta finally reached Gohan, and simply dropped to his knees and laid his upper body across the other man's legs. He panted into Gohan's thigh, seemingly exhausted from their fight and the strain of moving his injured form.

Without the glow from being Super Saiyans, the night was still dark, with only the stars twinkling above them and beautifully sparkling on the water around them, but judging from the thin line of lavender that was spreading across the horizon, morning was on its way.

After a few minutes, Vegeta, with his eyes closed, slowly reached into his back pocket and pulled out two senzu beans, to Gohan's surprise. Thanks goodness, the younger man hadn't even thought about what they were going to do had he not brought them and he chuckled out loud. Oh Vegeta, you've thought of everything, as usual. And Gohan briefly wondered how Vegeta had found exactly where he was, knowing he needed to fight and coming prepared, fighting suit and seznu beans and all... come to think of it, perhaps the man currently in his lap knew him better than anyone else really, besides Piccolo. Even his dad had been absent from his life for periods of time before but Piccolo and Vegeta had been in his life ever since he was a small boy....

The prince winced as he moved his wrist in maneuvering the beans out of his back pocket and Gohan, with his good arm, gently grabbed the prince's hand, noting how soft the skin felt from always being protected by gloves and took the beans from him. He brought one of the beans to the smaller man's mouth and Vegeta wrapped shaking lips around the fingers and took the bean and chewed, letting his lips linger lazily on Gohan's fingers.

Gohan couldn't help but smile. He brought the other bean to his own mouth and chewed and felt the healing properties of this bitter morsel take affect and his bruises and cut disappeared and his shoulder was (painfully) shifted back into place by the invisible force and within a minute, he and Vegeta were fully healed.

He looked back down at the man in his lap and Vegeta was still lying across his legs with his eyes closed, the look on his face now one of content instead of pain. Gohan reached down and caressed the back of the prince's neck in thanks and noticed the deep, steady breathing.

Vegeta was sound asleep.

Gohan smiled again, a warm tenderness spreading through his chest and through his body and suddenly felt a deep affection and appreciation for the prince. He sighed, relaxed, as he held the other saiyan as the dawn was slowly breaking.

**********

The next day, Gohan found himself back at that same beach, being immediately drawn back there upon waking this morning and now he had been there for a couple of hours. His mind was fully relaxed here and was doing some much needed thinking.

This place was the first thing on his mind this morning, the first place he thought of and where he really wanted to be. And even though Vegeta wasn't here, Gohan felt like this was kind of like their place now.

He lay back against a small boulder with his head resting on his crossed arms behind him. He thought back to the previous night, the rush that he felt during the fight with Vegeta, like he was on some physical, energetic drug but he had never felt more like himself. The fevers... he knew they were the frustration manifested from not acting on his urges, his needs. He was a fighter, he was his father's son after all, and Goku had never set foot into a work office in his life. Goku always lived life to the fullest, seizing every opportunity, accepting any challenge, basking in every moment, no matter how simple or silly, always running off at the first sign of adventure...

And the eldest Son had a sudden epiphany that hit him like a wall – that's why his father left.

Goku never lived a normal life because Goku wasn't normal. Gohan wasn't very normal either yet he had spent the majority of his life trying to be normal. Vegeta had always given his father a hard time for giving himself over to this simple life on Earth but technically Goku never did that at all. To Earth standards, it wasn't a normal life. Gohan remembered how bitter Vegeta had sounded when he pointed out how much weaker Gohan had gotten after defeating Cell and ceasing his training. After Cell, it was made abundantly clear to all that Gohan was definitely his father's son and had a potential the depths of which no one could fathom. Even Kibito, during the chaos with Majin Buu, had told him that everyone expected great things to come from him. And after those agonizing twenty-five hours with the Elder Kai what was he doing with his life?? Meetings, reports, lab experiments, typing himself to death on his laptop...

The demi saiyan let out an exasperated growl and pushed back against the boulder. There was that frustration again and this time, it didn't just simply irk him, it made him want to cry.

He heard someone land softly beside him and looked over and saw the prince standing there, in his apparently favorite black long sleeve shirt and royal blue workout pants. Vegeta smirked down at him, as if he knew he would be here, and moved to join Gohan against the big rock, crossing his arms behind his head as well. Gohan smiled and closed his eyes. He immediately felt calm again now that Vegeta was with him. And he took note of that.

It seemed lately that the prince had been keeping tabs on him he realized. From the night he found him feverish in his home and cured him, to their fight. Vegeta was tuned into him. He knew when Gohan was in need and he knew what to do, how to help. How to calm him and bring him that peace that his soul desperately yearned for. And the night they were flying...

Gohan felt himself blush and couldn't help himself as his eyes fell closed as his mind saw flashbacks of that intensely erotic night, where Vegeta had somehow found him as he had let himself go, and be free, soaring through the night as he relaxed and searched for that serenity. Memories that burned from how the prince touched him, how their bodies pressed flush against each other , how they basically rubbed each other to completion while gliding through the air in the middle of the night miles away from home...

He choked in surprise as he was pulled out of his reverie by a finger poking him in the chest. Hoping his face wasn't too red, he glanced at Vegeta, who pointed to the sky in the distance. Gohan looked and saw that he hadn't even noticed the sky grow very dark with ominous looking rainclouds billowing together for as far as he could see. A storm was coming. Although he didn't see any lightning nor sense any electrical energy, he simply nodded to Vegeta and shifted comfortably in his spot against the rock. He had no intention of leaving, of breaking this peaceful moment. The prince frowned a bit but remained where he was, making no move to see shelter himself. Gohan watched as the clouds darkened and he could smell the thick moisture in the air. Just as he breathed in deeply, the felt the first drops of rain hit his face. Then his neck, his chest and gently the drops pelted his whole body.

He was completely relaxed, laying here next to the prince as the rain fell on them both, but he felt that warm desire spreading through his body again. He wasn't becoming feverish, but he felt as if his insides had become restless, his very spirit tossing and turning and he could also feel his skin begin to flush as arousal tingled his senses.

He couldn't take it anymore. He knew what he needed, what he wanted.

In one swift movement, Gohan flung his left leg over the prince's body and straddled him, hands coming up to grasp the back of his neck. Vegeta's eyes widen in surprise at the sudden body on top of him but he could register no other clear thought as Gohan pressed their mouths together, jut as the rain began to fall heavily.

Gohan breathed him in deep, bringing the essence of Vegeta into him, into his brain. His hot mouth moved against Vegeta's and he whimpered, asking the prince for entrance. The older man's eyes slid closed and his lips opened for Gohan, both groaning at the temperature of their tongues and the sudden assault of tastes and textures their mouths were experiencing as their kiss deepened.

Gohan laced his fingers through Vegeta's wet hair, gently tugging and threading, massaging the scalp which elicited a soft whine from the prince beneath him. Vegeta slid his pinky fingers under the waistband of the dark sweatpants Gohan had chosen to wear and gripped the younger man's hips firmly, feeling the skin practically heat up right under his hands. Gohan moaned, and slid his right arm fully around Vegeta's neck and with his left hand, he fisted the collar of Vegeta's shirt and pulled him impossibly closer, their tongues dancing wildly, losing rhythm as desire slowly took over.

Gohan rubbed his hips against the smaller man, much like that night in the sky, and Vegeta hissed in pleasure at the feeling of their now hard cocks moving against each other through the thin fabric of their pants. Vegeta gripped Gohan's hips tighter and ground their groins harder against each other, breaking the kiss and throwing his head back, moaning loudly. Gohan used this chance to lean forward and suckle on the prince's pulse point, feeling the beating skin on the tip of his tongue, which only made Vegeta hiss again.

With a swift movement of his own, Vegeta used the momentum of his arousal to sit up straight and pushed Gohan onto his back beneath him as he knelt between the taller man's legs. Gohan snickered sensually and reached up and pulled Vegeta's now soaked short right off of him and he noticed the goosebumps that appeared on the arms of the prince as his wet skin was exposed to the air. Vegeta tossed his wet main about, and Gohan all but drooled at the sight of the chest of the man before him was pelted with rain and watched the drops trickled down his abdomen. Vegeta grabbed them hem of the other saiyan's white shirt and pulled Gohan slightly upright as he pulled the garment off, snaking one arm around Gohan's neck to hold him, and when Gohan was set down again, the demi saiyan felt that his shirt had been spread under his back, comfortably.

When Vegeta looked down at him, Gohan thought he might faint, he could practically feel the heady desire within those black orbs, the ones he'd dreamed about, and he swallowed hard. The prince slowly leaned down, the bangs of his soaked hair falling in his face, he kissed Gohan sweetly, and slid his hand down Gohan's pants and underwear, as he braced himself with his other. Gohan whimpered as that hand grazed his erection, his balls and a finger pressed at his entrance. The demi saiyan licked at his partner's mouth as he again whimpered his want. Vegeta craned his head to lap at the rain drops pooling in Gohan's collarbone as he pushed his finger inside.

The sound that came from his soon-to-be lover was a mixture of a moan and a sigh and Vegeta saw Gohan's eyes roll under his closed eyelids. The prince moved his finger, licking Gohan's neck and chest as he added another finger, much to his partner's erotic delight, he could tell and the younger man pushed his hips down on the two digits. The noises coming from Gohan made the prince's own erection throb in need. He was enjoying every second pleasuring the eldest Son like this.

A third finger was added and Gohan growled roughly and pushed down hard on the fingers while Vegeta worked him with that dizzying rhythm – lick, push, lick, pull, lick push, lick, pull...

And suddenly the fingers were gone. Gohan struggled to open his eyes, in his lustful daze. He felt shifting and once he was able to see clearly he noticed their pants were gone and he outright stared at the prince's body. As Vegeta knelt there on his knees in between Gohan's legs, he had never been more aroused in all his life – the form in front of him was exquisite. Chiseled, tonged, defined, tan – perfect. He could feel the heat radiating off the man's body. But as he looked at the prince's face, something inside him shifted and he felt his heart expand within his chest. Vegeta was looking at him not with desire but with something deeper, even tender, actually genuine.

The prince felt himself lost in the eyes of the man below him, this man that had maintained such power as well as innocence, strength as well as restraint, anger as well as mercy. He was a perfect balance of both the saiyan instincts that he knew and the human emotions he had learned. Truly a force to be reckoned with and almost even with himself. They matched up quite well and Vegeta intended to search for everything there was to find in this remarkable hybrid. Gohan brought him his own serenity when he needed it as well. He always knew when the younger man's soul was troubled and he was there, he was the only one who really knew the depths of what Gohan was feeling, what he felt himself. They were the strongest saiyans on the planet, currently, and a more quintessential union was nowhere to be found again.

The prince smiled lovingly at the quivering man beneath him and reached down under Gohan's knees and brought them up so they bent and he ran his strong hands down the underside of his thighs, to the curve of his ass and the demi saiyan blinked hard, his gaze never leaving the prince's.

The wetness from the rain had soaked them utterly and Vegeta used that well as he guided himself to Gohan's entrance. His hands moved to hold his hips and tilt them upwards slightly and never taking his eyes from Gohan, he slid into him gently, never stopping, all the way to the hilt. He stilled once he was full sheathed inside his new lover.

Gohan's eyes rolled and he arched his back reflexively, overcome by the feeling of being so delicously stretched and filled. It was so refreshing to feel Vegeta inside of him, to feel them connected as one, as the rain continued to fall down upon them.

The prince slowly moved so he was balancing himself on his forearms and rubbed his lover's nose playfully. Gohan could only smile and return the nose rub. As he snaked his tongue out to lap at Vegeta's lips and the prince moved again inside him, he knew that this coupling was simply that – not crazed, passionate desire, but pure coupling. They were going to make love right here on the beach in the pouring afternoon rain.

Vegeta pulled out and pushed back in, pulled all the way out, teased Gohan's opening with the head of his cock and slid right back in that searing heat that was his new lover. The demi saiyan splayed his hands flat against Vegeta's shoulder baldes, holding tight for dear life as he felt as if he was falling straight through the Earth's floor beneath him. He wrapped his legs around the prince's waist, using his ankles to pull Vegeta further into him. Their tongues played outside their mouths and they whimpered, whined and sighed as rolled his hips and pushed them both closer, closer to the edge of it all...

Vegeta moved faster, Gohan moaned louder. Their eyes never leaving the others. A look crossed Gohan's face that told the prince he was close. He wrapped a hand around Gohan's aching cock. Vegeta sped up, pushing into him harder, and with three, firm pumps of his hand, he closed his lips around Gohan's as they both cried out in pleasure as they came. Gohan gave a long, loud whine as he felt Vegeta's hot seed fill him and spill down his ass. The prince moaned deeply into the kiss as he felt Gohan's cum cover his hand and leak through his fingers.

This wasn't sex. Sex didn't feel as amazing as this.

The prince slowly pulled his softening member out of Gohan and laid down beside him. The younger man turned to the side as well and they both tangled their limbs together as the rain washed away their essence and bathed them clean.
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