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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
- 5
- 6
- 7
Here it is guys, part 6 now up. Sorry for the delay, see I have this monumental distraction called life (and a two year old)! =P There will probably be two more chapters to complete this little fic that stemmed from a single picture I saw on Yaoi Ai. Speaking of which, this chapter is the scene from that very picture! The muse for this little story.

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mj11490: Oh don't worry, the next chapter will be the hottest ^_~

Macha: I would LOVE to read what you've been working on and compare our seemingly similar chapters. Great minds think alike right? And thank you for your loyal reviews of this little story.
And thank you all for those who read and especially review. It means a lot to me to know how I'm doing. And I also have some other story ideas that I will be working on once this one is finished so keep checking back! ^_^

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Enjoy!

Saiyan Instincts

part VI

by E. B. Midnight

His vacation was over and even though it was the weekend, Gohan found himself in a familiar situation: at his desk in front of his laptop. The story of his life it seemed, at least, the most boring part of the story.

This was actually one of the desks in one of the wings of Bulma's Capsule Corp residence, which one would consider part office, part library. Gohan called it a study, a word he had unwillingly grown accustomed to over the years.

This desk was situated in the back corner of the room, where the expansive bookcase met the wall. Above the bookcase, was a large, horizontal fish tank that curved with the structure of the dome building. Bulma was on her cell phone at a table across his part of the room from him, papers and files askew along with her own laptop. She spoke candidly to someone on the other line. A big business deal was coming up and they both needed to be prepared. Things like this always excited Bulma, as she probably saw business deals as a professional challenge. Gohan used to think so as well. Not so much any more these days...

His mind had started to become more and more preoccupied with the prince, who, conveniently, just happened to be lounging comfortably on the large suede sofa that was lined up perpendicular to his desk. Vegeta had his back against the left arm, legs stretched out against the cushions, glancing up at Gohan every now and again, dark eyes peering over the books he was reading. His presence was definitely keeping Gohan from staying focused on the project at hand. The older saiyan didn't have to say anything at all. The way his energy filled the room was enough for Gohan to make a few, rather dirty, typos in his presentation. Vegeta knew this, of course, and was most undoubtedly posting up in front of the demi saiyan on purpose. The fact that the book he was supposedly reading was upside down was a dead giveaway.

Gohan pushed his glasses up on his nose. He was getting nowhere fast with this presentation.

Across the room, Bulma ended her call with an exasperated sigh. Flinging the phone on the table, she stood and stretched her arms above her head and groaned.

“Gosh Gohan, I feel like I'm championing my pet poodle at a dog show or something! Ugh well, it's time for a break. My mom's making a lunch that could feed an entire army today. Everyone's coming over in about a half hour. So make sure you're in the dining hall in thirty minutes”.

Gohan looked up from his computer, suddenly feeling the need to sweat drop.

Bulma turned and looked at him and grinned. “I've got a big announcement,” Wink.

And Gohan did sweat drop. Ad he could hear her giggling all the way down the hall.

He dropped his gaze to his computer and stared unseeingly. 'An announcement? That wink... was she... she wasn't... Oh no... She's going to promote me...That means double the work and the stress...'

He was pulled from his panic to find Vegeta standing right beside him, upside down book apparently forgotten, looking down at him with an expression Gohan couldn't read, so he blinked up at him. With a swift flick of the toe of his boot, the prince spun Gohan's chair away from his desk to face him and placed his right knee to rest in the seat on the left of Gohan's waist. He then braced himself on the back of the desk chair with his left hand, and with his right, the prince reached up and gently removed Gohan's awful glasses by the bridge and sat them on the desk.

The demi saiyan blinked, making mental note to never wear those things again, since Vegeta was making a habit of removing them whenever they were alone. He guessed that was his way of expressing his distaste for them. The action made made Gohan feel quite flattered actually and he had the grace to blush.

The prince smirked and tapped the blush that spread across the younger man's cheek. He brought his face closer to Gohan's until their noses touched. Using his nose to move against the other, Vegeta tilted Gohan's head back slightly and let out a breath as he pressed his mouth to Gohan's. Softly at first, tiny, closed-lipped kisses and Gohan felt his eyes slide closed, the scent of the prince filling his senses and easing his emotions. His right hand made its way to Vegeta's hip and his finger's hooked into one of the prince's belt loops and his left hand came up to grab part of Vegeta's tank top to pull him even closer. Their hot mouths pressed harder against one another and as their lips parted slowly, Gohan moaned as he slowly slid his tongue into the prince's awaiting mouth.

Their breathing became heavy, heads swimming with the sensuality of the kiss, stolen in the middle of the day whilst everyone was preoccupied elsewhere. Teeth nibbled gently, saliva lightly dripping from the corners of their mouths. One in a series of secret, stolen moments between the two saiyans. An unspoken understanding was clear between the two of them. The prince was Gohan's distraction from the stresses of everyday duties, the passion that broke the hold of mediocrity in his life, the cure to the animal that raged inside of him. And Gohan was the ideal companion for Vegeta himself, with Kakarot gone, his son was the only true compatible being to spend his time and energy on, the one remaining soul on this planet, this part of the universe that could truly understand and relate to him. The demi didn't ask questions, didn't need to, and the prince never had to explain himself. He was the most productive force in Vegeta's own life. They were the only one's worthy of a saiyan's passion.

Vegeta gently coerced Gohan's tongue of his mouth and wrapped his lips over the wetness and suckled, making the demi give a long whimper and grasp the prince's ass with his right hand, kneading the tight flesh he found there, which in turn made the prince growl with want. Their tongues danced wildly in their battle of a kiss, chests heaving, hearts pounding, wistful sighs of pleasure.

Vegeta paused in their kiss, bringing his right hand up to lightly massage the nape of Gohan's neck with his nimble fingers. He pulled back and lapped at the demi saiynan's lips as they took a minute to catch their breaths, relaxing once more.

The prince have Gohan once last chaste kiss before slowly pulling away, the younger man whined and rubbed their noses together affectionately as they opened their eyes to look at one another. The prince smirked kindly at the noise from his lover and he moved his fingers from the hair on Gohan's nape to trace his jawline as the older man gave him a reassuring look, in order to comfort him in the face of what could be an interesting lunch, to say the least.

The prince removed himself from Gohan's lap and stood, straightening out his clothes just a tad. Gohan sighed deeply and relaxed against the chair. He definitely felt less panicked then he did a few minutes ago. Vegeta had that affect on him. The other man's presence was utterly soothing to him. And they never had to say a word to convey any of this.

Vegeta smiled down at Gohan once more before turning to glance at the man's laptop. The pure-blood huffed in curiosity and with one finger pressed the 'save' button on the keyboard, turned to wink at Gohan with a smirk and made his way out of the room towards the dining hall.

The younger saiyan chuckled.

'Thanks Vegeta'.
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