Anticipation

Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A. I am making no profit from this work of fanfiction.

A/N: This is a side story to the story ‘Anticipation’. I needed to get the details sorted out before I could continue with the rest of the story, and this is the result! It is in Vegeta’s POV.

Hope you all enjoy.

Thank you, Pixelgoddess, for beta’ing this for me!


Rating – R

Warnings – implied M/M (Yaoi). Lime’ish.



Anticipation- A Side Trip - Intervention



“What the hell are you two doing?” Vegeta growled in annoyance as Kakarott pried his son’s hands from around his neck when they appeared in his Gravity chamber.

“I’m going to kill him,” Gohan hissed, not turning his attention away from his intended goal.

Vegeta got a funny feeling he knew what this was about. Why Kakarott would bring his domestic problems to his doorstep…the thought was just infuriating. “Why did you have to bring this here?”

“I needed a ki to IT to,” Kakarott said, blocking a knee to his groin with a shin.

“So you picked me? Oh, I know. Someone strong enough to handle a tussle between you two,” Vegeta leered. “Where’s the popcorn when I need it? This ought to be good.”

He smirked when his cryptic remark distracted Kakarott enough for Gohan to get a hand loose and punch him in the gut, and then in the face as he doubled over in pain. Kakarott landed against the G.R. wall and slid down to the floor, stunned.

Gohan was going in for a third strike when Vegeta’s hand on his shoulder threw him off balance. He turned, intending to strike at someone who would dare interfere, when Vegeta surprised him…with a kiss, and then a punch to his stomach.

He landed on his ass. “Not you too!” Gohan lamented.

“Me too?” Vegeta asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“The fucking fusion tried to make a move on me this afternoon,” Gohan stated, glaring up at Vegeta from between his bangs.

“Gotenks? I thought I felt that energy today. What happened?” he asked, stepping over to assess Kakarott’s injuries.

“The fucker tried to kiss me, just like you did!” Gohan spat.

“I was using it as a diversion tactic. Maybe he was also?” Vegeta suggested as he nudged Kakarott’s leg with his boot.

“Oh, no. ‘Come on Gohan. Your wife has been fooling around. That means you should be able to do so also,’” Gohan quoted the fusion in a fake tenor voice. “When I asked what the fuck he was talking about, he said that a part of him had smelled it when he had been over at my parents’ house for dinner a week ago.”

“Trying to use the information as some sort of leverage?” Vegeta asked as Kakarott groaned and sat up. Vegeta placed a chop to the base of his skull, nodding with satisfaction as the younger Saiyan slumped to the floor again.

Gohan raised an eyebrow at his actions. “What? He’d just complicate things,” Vegeta said. “Although I get the feeling he already has. What did he do this time? Maybe I’ll let you have a piece of him while he’s out.”

Gohan snorted, “I want a confession from him, and then I’m going to pound his face into the dirt while he’s conscious.”

“What makes you so sure he’d let you do that while he’s awake? Oh, I know, those ‘mystic’ powers you were given. Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but he’s still stronger than either of us.” Vegeta knelt behind Gohan, bemused as Gohan continued to glare and growl at his father’s prone form. “But not both of us working together,” he whispered, letting his breath tickle over Gohan’s ear. He couldn’t help but laugh when the other jerked away.

“What kind of sick game are you playing, Vegeta?” Gohan demanded, rubbing his ear to make the tickle go away.

He mock sighed, “Well, I won’t really know what kind of sick game I should be playing until you tell me what is going on. Whatever it is, I thought I might have someone who hated Kakarott as much as I did on my side…for once. Maybe I was wrong.”

Gohan growled and stood up, cracking his knuckles before turning to face him. Vegeta raised an eyebrow at this unusual aggression from the demi. “He slept with my wife.”

Vegeta gave him a serious look, glanced at Kakarott’s prone form, and then back to Gohan. “As pissed as you are, somehow I don’t think sleeping has anything to do with this.”

Gohan stepped closer, “He had sex with my wife.”

Vegeta smirked, “Well, I must say, his tastes in women are improving then.”

He was amused at the shock on Gohan’s face, and didn’t resist when the demi grabbed him by the front of his shirt and lifted him from the floor. This uncharacteristic anger was entertaining, especially when it left the demi practically speechless as he struggled to decide which bothered him more: the implied insult to his mother or the compliment to his wife.

Vegeta grinned down at him, and decided to see how far he could push the demi. As Gohan continued to splutter in confusion he stroked gloved fingers down his attacker’s forearm. He landed on his feet as Gohan dropped him as if he had been burned. “What the FUCK!”

Vegeta winked, adding to Gohan’s confusion, “It’s so easy to use sex as a weapon when the other person is uncomfortable with their own sexuality.”

“I am not insecure with my sexuality!” Gohan screamed.

He decided not to point out how much Gohan looked like his own daughter throwing a fit…at the age of three. “Let me see…if my father had slept with my wife, maybe even I might feel insecure.” He crossed his arms, and then brought a thoughtful finger up to his chin. “No…I’d wonder what the hell Bulma was thinking.” He shrugged his shoulders before bringing his arms back down. “Of course, the only way to find out would be to talk with her. You ever talk about sex with your wife?”

Gohan blushed and stammered, “N-no.”

“Why not?” Vegeta asked, not looking at him directly. “It can be very erotic to find out what turns them on.” He licked his lips briefly, remembering some of his conversations with Bulma – and their eventual outcome.

Gohan stalled, “Because…”

“Yes?” Now Vegeta did look at him. When Gohan didn’t answer immediately Vegeta stepped closer, and ran ki lit fingertips up the younger man’s chest.

Gohan shuddered, but didn’t back away this time. “Okay, so maybe I am a little embarrassed to talk to her about…some things.”

“Hn,” Vegeta grinned wickedly before threading his other hand into the hair at the back of Gohan’s head, pulling the other’s face to him until his breath just graced the younger man’s lips. He could feel Gohan tremble and noticed the slight twitch as Gohan fought with himself to keep his arms from wrapping around Vegeta to pull him closer. “I see.” Vegeta said flicking his tongue out and touching Gohan’s lips briefly before loosing his holds and stepping away.

Gohan shook his head to clear it and snarled, “What are you trying to prove, Vegeta?”

“That you have the capacity for lust,” Vegeta said, pulling a glove off with his teeth and dropping it to the ground. He inspected his fingernails for a moment before slowly tugging the other one off.

“So?” Gohan demanded.

“Seems like your wife and your father are only guilty of that. I can’t see the two of them falling in loooove with each other.” He let his gaze rake over Gohan’s body, “Seems you may be guilty of the same thing.”

Vegeta slid his shirt off, noting with satisfaction Gohan’s growl and predatorial narrowing of the eyes. He obviously hadn’t been wrong in his estimation of the demi’s reactions. He ran ki tipped fingers down his own body and hissed in pleasure, knowing what the sound would do to Gohan. “Do you love me?” Vegeta asked in a mocking whisper, leaving his mouth open slightly after asking the question.

“No,” Gohan stated quickly, glancing at his father’s prone body before turning his attention back to Vegeta as he continued to trail fingers up and down his own torso.

Vegeta tilted his head to the side, seemingly in disappointment, “Do you want me?”

Gohan’s body strung tight at the pointed question. “Fuck,” he whispered to himself, although Vegeta’s sensitive hearing had no problem hearing the frustrated mutter.

“Hmmmm, do you even know how to fuck a guy, Go-han? I do,” Vegeta smirked knowingly. “Have you thought about it often enough to have figured it out?” he purred, reclining comfortably on the floor, resting back on his elbows.

Vegeta knew Gohan couldn’t figure out how this conversation had gone from him wanting to kill his father to him now wanting to fuck the man in front of him…or be fucked by him. He could tell Gohan couldn’t figure out what to do with his hands, fingers clenching and unclenching, body language screaming how uncomfortable he was.

Vegeta watched as Gohan squirmed a little longer, before leaning forward to take his shoes off. He spread his legs apart, planted his hands between his legs, and flexed powerful muscles to lift his body from the floor into a handstand, fully aware of Gohan’s eyes locking onto his ass. Positive he had Gohan’s full attention, he flipped himself to his feet in a graceful motion, not augmented by ki, finishing up just inches away from the wide-eyed demi. “You want my legs wrapped around you? Or my hands holding you still?” Vegeta purred seductively.

Gohan opened his mouth to speak, but nothing but strangled noises came out. Vegeta stretched out a hand and untied the belt holding Gohan’s gi top in place, hooking it over the back of Gohan’s neck once he had it loose. He pulled the halves of the top apart and kissed at the skin exposed, smirking to himself at the demi’s moan of guilt and need.

A tug at the ends of the belt wrapped behind Gohan’s neck was enough to bring the young man’s face down. He teasingly made as though to kiss the other before shifting just enough for their cheeks to graze instead as he whispered roughly into Gohan’s ear, “What if I were to tell you that you needed to talk with Videl first before we continued?”

Gohan growled and finally brought his hands up, grabbing the sides of Vegeta’s head and planted a forceful kiss on the prince’s lips. Vegeta matched him kiss for kiss, nip for nip.

“You need to talk to Videl first,” Vegeta stated, pulling away.

Gohan growled, “I don’t care.”

“Hmmmm, there’s the sayian side finally poking its head up,” Vegeta said, smiling and stepping back, noticing the hunger and confusion in Gohan’s eyes. “Lust, Gohan. What your father and your wife were doing was never about love. Now you need to find out what your father was giving her that you weren’t.”

Gohan yelled in frustration and charged him; he was easily able to side step the lunge, ascending before Gohan was able to get himself turned around. “This is going to get bloody if you insist on continuing,” he warned.

Gohan hesitated, apparently turning the offer over in his mind. “What if she won’t listen?”

“I think, at the moment, you have all the leverage needed to get her to listen. She is going to want to repair the damaged they have caused. It’s human nature to do so,” Vegeta said, relaxing his fighting pose just a fraction.

Gohan pulled the belt from around the back of his neck and retied his gi closed, snarling at his father’s form before turning back to Vegeta. “Fine.”

“I’ll expect to hear the ‘okay’ from Videl herself. That way, I’ll know you did talk with her about it,” he said as he opened the door to the G.R. to let Gohan out.

He noticed with amusement as Gohan's shoulders stiffened as he was forced to squeeze past him in order to exit. Once he had managed to escape the threat of being seduced he nodded with false bravado and took flight.

Vegeta closed the door to the G.R. with a press of a button. “He’s gone,” he said as he turned around.

Kakarott sat up slowly and rubbed his neck. “That really fucking hurt,” he pouted from the floor.

Vegeta snorted, “How much of it were you awake for?”

“Woke up to Gohan kissing you,” Kakarott glared at Vegeta in his ascended form.

Vegeta smirked at the jealousy that crept into Kakarott’s voice. “No one has a claim on me, except for Bulma.”

Kakarott snorted and stood up, dusting dusted off his pants.

“Where do you think you are going?” Vegeta asked him.

“Home?” Kakarott replied, confused.

Vegeta smacked him in the side of his head for his answer. “That’s where Gohan is going. I think you need to hang out here a while,” Vegeta smirked at him.

“Fine. Want to spar?” Kakarott huffed.

Vegeta smirked and shook his head, “Nope. I think you owe me for bailing you out on that one.”

Kakarott looked at him in disbelief, “What?”

“I would have thought it was obvious,” he said, grabbing Kakarott’s hand and pulling it down to his erection.

Kakarott smirked and growled. Before he got any bright ideas, Vegeta had a hand in his sable spikes and pushed him until he knelt on the floor. “I seem to remember you are very good at giving blow jobs,” he stated as he hooked a thumb into the hem of his pants and pulled them down.

Kakarott ran his nose along Vegeta’s length, breathing in deeply before wrapping his lips around Vegeta’s cock. “Yeah, just like I remember,” he hissed.