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Gone	By : TristaML Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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To Macha, I don't think I thank you for your review from earlier about the story being more clear to the reader-I have been trying to take more time and edit my writing, so thank you, I'm glad even though I think Aff messes with my tabs.. As for the last chapter Thank you  :D - This story is a little more intricate that I usually go :D I'll have to change the ratings and add pairings in the future as they come up- i hope you enjoy as usual

To Zofo, thank you so much I'm glad to have surprised you! Hope you don't mind much, I usually have Vegeta and Goku go both ways :D teehee Gohan's a wonderful character

Enjoy

Vegeta realized it was barely morning again when the two arrived at Capsule Corporation, after getting out of the shower (which Goku managed to sleep through, awkward, really), getting dressed in a random black tank and sweats, and stepping out onto a nearby balcony. He felt incredible, though completely drained. Like he was coming down from a high.

He wasn't going to lie and say he knew what he was doing. He did know that he only went into transformation because Kakarot was experiencing his, and as long as Kakarot's going through this experience, he and any other suitable Saiyan will be affected when around him. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to come here, Vegeta thought briefly of Trunks, but then decided to worry about it if it happens. He couldn't focus on much at the moment, his head was throbbing slightly, and his body was achy.

He huffed out his nose, sneering into the wind as he looked across the city, despite the satisfaction that lingered within him. He observed the city beyond him, he had always been unimpressed with the buildings on Earth. Why people spent so much time and effort into building them up was beyond him. They could be destroyed in an instance and serve no true purpose, yet it's all the Earthlings have.

He shivered, not of the cold, and resisted any memories of times under Frieza. Stretching his back and his neck out, hearing it crack and feeling it pop, his very bones were tense from the transformation. He mused, catching a whiff of Kakarot's smell; it was so strong and attractive, like Kakarot. Vegeta could tell his tail helped him regain the edge on the rest of his senses, or at least so it seemed to him.

He'd gotten the man out of the shower and into the bed but that was it (somehow he managed under ware too), at least he covered him with a few sheets he'd found in the closet nearby. Turning curiously to peek into the room, Vegeta could see Kakarot's sleeping form and he turned back away, not capable of gathering together any thoughts. Vegeta had never thought that Goku was normal, not under Saiyan standards or otherwise. He believed that the hit the man took may have disconnected some nerves in his brain that connect to the amygdala controlling... whatever it is that Kakarot is missing. If it is that he is missing something at all, Vegeta considered, then reconsidered, perhaps, it is himself who is lacking, and he cursed himself for the mention of it.

He'd never really cared what anyone thought of him. He'd always used his fists in the end and that's what counts. He was a fighter, and he supposed that's not exactly a career, it certainly is a high. How could he resist who he was any further than he already had been? Living on this stupid planet, with people he was only biologically compatible with was difficult enough! And to think he only truly stayed because of Kakarot in the first place!

His heart raced at the very mention of the name in his own mind. He had not yet processed what had gone on between them and he knew it might be a while before that happened. He knew his body was completely out of whack right now and he should be adhering to its needs. Letting out a steady breath he turned and walked back inside of the room, his eyes on Kakarot's figure the whole way. The lighting was nice, bright but not overwhelming; the room certainly was big enough that it could use the suns help, Vegeta wasn't going to turn the lights on.

When he sat down on the bed next to Kakarot he put his hand on the saiyan's chest, to feel his heartbeat. Almost immediately Goku woke up and sat up looking into Vegeta's eyes curiously. Vegeta felt the breath riding through him, but couldn't imagine how he was capable of taking it. Kakarot had to be the most handsome Saiyan Vegeta had ever seen and, being the Prince on Vegetasai, he had seen the best of the best. He knew that nothing matched his eyes, and that nothing ever would. Vegeta kept his hand on Kakarot's racing heart.

Goku smiled and grabbed Vegeta's hand, asking him why he wasn't in the bed with him, nonchalantly. A few hard looks into Kakarot's eyes and Vegeta could tell he wasn't joking, and it wasn't really a question, despite the perfect delivery. Vegeta leaned in, using his other hand on the bed to help hoist himself over Kakarot and onto the other side. Goku grabbed onto one of Vegeta's thigh while he was on his way, he leaned back onto the propped up pillows and kept his leg over his lap, causing Vegeta to keep his body close and pointing towards him.

Had he always been sending messages that Vegeta could never quite decipher until now? Was he losing it? Was it the transformation or the tail? Or is it nothing at all... Vegeta knew it was nothing, and refused to find himself any more wishful than he already had been. He knew he was tired, perhaps his perception was off.

Goku was looking intensely at him still, though a harder look on his face than he could remember seeing, an almost eager look. He leaned over, squeezing Vegeta's thigh as he started to kiss his neck. Vegeta felt his tail snap in the air, it felt good, he hadn't meant to do it but he relaxed into Kakarot's touch unconsciously because of it.

Was he delirious? It took him a few moments to register that Kakarot was speaking to him in low tones(was he really that tired?), but not because he couldn't hear him, he couldn't understand him. A language Kakarot knew that he didn't? It turned him on, as he was absolutely certain of the intent of the message through Kakarot's body language. A hand in his pants, a tongue on his ear, Vegeta couldn't think to be mad. Goku was asking him questions that Vegeta obviously couldn't answer, and he seemed to be amused by that, smirking and kissing on the prince's lips, pulling on them with his own like he was savoring them.

Goku said, "To have you near," and sighed into Vegeta's neck, pushing him backwards into the bed and laying over his upper body gently. Vegeta furrowed his brow and ignored the comment, not certain he heard it correctly. It wasn't moments longer before he felt sleep overtake him. Kakarot still kissed all over his neck and shoulder.

Goku ran his hand from Vegeta's member up over his stomach and chest and to his throat, knowing Vegeta's own scent would help to reawaken him. He knew Vegeta was tired, but he needed to look into his eyes. He was feeling... vulnerable he guessed. He squeezed slightly around Vegeta's neck, not causing any threat, and watched the man awaken. His eyes open with a strangely nonchalant look considering the position he had him in. His lips were parted and the first thing that came off of him was lust.

Goku leaned in to kiss Vegeta gently, wondering about the man that was relaxing beneath him, spreading his legs so that Goku could lie further in between them, and clutching onto his biceps and shoulders. He was grateful to have him there, though he couldn't particularly say why.

Looking further he could tell Vegeta was ready to pass out, he needed sleep, though Goku was hesitant to give it to him. As Vegeta's drowsy eyes were closing, Goku who was crawling backwards off the bed, told him he'd be back. Lucky for him Vegeta was far too gone to get involved in the whereabouts of his goings. Sleep found Vegeta before Goku even left the room.

Walking was weird for some reason, he felt more like running, jogging, skipping even. Eventually he remembers how fast he could actually be in the kitchen and was there. He went straight to the fridge of the Brief's home, not really bothering to ask if he could raid it, expecting the answer would be yes, anyways. As he gathered various items out of the fridge and prepared plates for he and Vegeta, he noticed something else odd in himself. He felt like he was on the go. He felt like he was in a hurry, like there was some need to be met. Was he not moving fast enough?

Two full trays, stacked almost to the ceiling in an impossible pyramid, and a moment later he was back in the room with Vegeta. He set everything down gracefully on the floor folding his legs Indian style and began to eat. After a few minutes he realized he could easily eat everything there and that he needed to get more food for him and for Vegeta so he finished it all off and set back on his way.

It didn't take long this time to get the two trays full. He was just about to leave the kitchen when Bulma walked in and screeched at the horrible mess. Trunks wasn't long after her.

"What's that smell?" the boy immediately asked, looking directly at Goku, "Hey, where are you going with all that food?"

Goku looked at Trunks and couldn't concentrate. He glanced down and said, "I'm sorry Bulma." He began to retreat and concentrated hard to find Vegeta. He heard Bulma say she supposed she'd have the come bots clean up the mess, and the distraction of her voice was enough to drop his focus on Trunks and shift it to Vegeta. Once he found him he bolted. He fell to his knees and dropped everything he'd been carrying when he got to his destination. He was breathing hard and didn't understand what the issue could have been.

Vegeta was wide awake upon the crashing plates and foods. He looked to see if Kakarot was in any trouble but sensed nothing clear and set his gaze closer. Goku looked up at him through his bangs, still trying to regain control and Vegeta saw the confusion. He knew he'd just run into Trunks. Vegeta didn't say anything, narrowing his eyes and relaxing back into the pillows, still staring at Goku.

"I was trying to get you-"

"I know," Vegeta spoke calmly to him, his voice sounded understanding if Goku had ever heard it that way.

"What's... going on with me...?" He suddenly asked the other man, as if he gathered the courage and had been thinking about it for a while, standing to his feet. Vegeta watched closely as the other man approached him, getting up onto the bed and crawling over him until their faces were only a few inches apart. His tail was swaying in the air behind him, Vegeta wanted to grab it and control him with it, but he didn't see it going the way he wanted. He was distracted by the thought of Goku with Trunks, and was very interested, but smelled food amongst them and could no longer deny himself.

Vegeta had not at all tried to hide his distractedness from Goku and it annoyed him. Why he wasn't sure, Vegeta was usually nothing but mean to him, why should he expect his attention? He let the prince up; lifting his arm out of the way so Vegeta could scoot off the bed and out from beneath him.

Vegeta started picking up things off the ground that were still edible and began to put together a meal out of what he could. Enough of the items Goku brought had already been packaged, and there was plenty of food for him to eat even after this weak display.

Vegeta was irritated that Kakarot had been so affected by his son. He knew it would happen, he just didn't suppose the other saiyan would be so responsive to every little thing. He wondered how long he'd been out and if Goku had been with Trunks for a while before sensing any problems, but he highly doubted it when recalling the look in his eyes. It was desperation, confusion, need, and uncontrollable desire.

Vegeta understood. He barely remembered now but he understood. The experience itself is one that marks your mind; you learn from it, you grow from it. It's not the same as a heat exactly. It's more like a renewal of sorts. At least, that's all Vegeta could really make of it from what he was told and what he remembers. He knew how strong the desire was, and he imagined he wouldn't be able to help himself at all if the places were switched and it was Kakarot's sons to be desired.

He continued to eat until he ate everything there was and felt satisfactory. He hadn't bothered to look at Goku until he was finished and noticed the man was lying down, but very awake. He had a smile on his mouth, a playful one, an intimate one. Vegeta kept an eye on his form as he washed up, trying not think too much about anything. (Maybe he just couldn't concentrate?)

Vegeta had brushed his teeth and washed his face at the vanity across the way and was drying off with a small towel. One scrub Goku was on the bed, the next he felt two arms wrap around him. He shivered at the unexpected touch, and was held securely in Goku's arms, that smile still on his face as he breathed down his neck and then inhaled deeply.

“Kakarot…” Vegeta breathed, threateningly, pulling the clith away from his face, though he did not push the other away.

“What’s the problem?” Goku grinned into the mirror at Vegeta. The vanity was low, even for someone as short as Vegeta it was low. Vegeta could put his hands flat on the table without bending his arms from a standing up position, but it was wide, as wide as the wall, and the mirror stretched the span of it and went up almost to the ceiling. Goku was getting ideas. He put his hands in Vegeta’s hair and massaged his scalp, looking at him gently through the mirror glass. Vegeta was still tired, but there was a hum of arousal within him that wouldn’t escape him when Kakarot was this close, no matter how tired (or any other emotion)he was. The fingers in his hair felt wonderful to him, he’d had a headache earlier and wasn’t one to turn down any massage anyway. Not to mention he could feel Kakarot's hard on behind him.

Goku grinned wider when he’d subdued Vegeta unwittingly. He’d never known what a dope he’d be for this, in fact, Goku always thought Vegeta would never want to be touched in such a way, especially not by him. He couldn’t help himself, he bent his knees and lined himself up with Vegeta, pinning him in between himself and the counter.

“Kakarot!” Vegeta’s eyes went wide as Kakarot's fingers left his head and his upper body was thrown forward. He had to dodge the mirror before he head-butted it and put his hands up to balance himself against the surface. As Vegeta went forward Goku spread his hands down his shoulders and back and to his hips, holding him in place.

Goku gave Vegeta a few inches to move but only so that he could spread his legs a little wider. He could see every emotion off of Vegeta's face. The anger, the arousal, the indiscernible. He reached around Vegeta's muscular body, completely surrounded by his scent and lifted up his chin with his right hand. getting his eyes to look up after a few moments.

"Put your hands down on the table," he told Vegeta, who was looking at him like he didn't understand what was going on, though they both knew exactly what was going on. The vanity was perfect now that Goku was thinking about it, he could see everything, including Vegeta's hard on in the mirror and he hadn't even removed his pants yet. Goku supposed it didn't help he'd been rubbing his on Vegeta's ass(already ditched the under ware) since he came over from the bed. He couldn't wipe the smile from his face if he tried, for some reason, he was very excited. Vegeta was looking at himself in the mirror, his lips slightly parted, his breath was shallow, but Goku was barely even playing with the rim of his pants.

It's not that Vegeta didn't want to comply, it's that Kakarot could have been a little more thoughtful. Instead Goku was planning on leaving him completely vulnerable when he took him for the first time. He should have known.

Vegeta couldn't decide which position would be more honorable and choose to put his hands down flat on the table and stop over thinking shit, leaning over the sink, looking directly into Goku's shining eyes. He saw a Saiyan looking back at him if he'd ever seen it. Was it so bad that he was in love with Kakarot? There were moments, like this one, where he didn't think so. Despite the fact that he was being subdued he'd wanted it, for so long, and actually having Kakarot's length pressing up against him was even more impressive than in his fantasies. He'd seen Goku naked before, he never was one for clothes (some Saiyans weren't, not usually men though). Goku was pressing forward, probably reading Vegeta's thoughts as he arched him into the vanity.

"Take your shirt off," Goku whined, pulling at it, there was a small smile on his lips and his eyes weren't meeting Vegeta's.

In order to let the shirt up, Vegeta unwound his tail from his waist and brought the shirt over his shoulders and completely off, tossing it to the ground. Goku had grabbed onto his tail before he could do anything about it and was running it through his hands gently. He used his knee to widen Vegeta's legs even more despite his small protests, he had his tail tight in his hands at that point, not that it hurt...

"Put your hands back down on the counter," Goku told him and Vegeta growled low in his throat, not complying. Goku smiled and pulled down Vegeta's pants enough to reveal his ass and balls, It was intriguing to watch Vegeta look at himself in the mirror, and Goku couldn't say he wasn't catching glances of himself with Vegeta. He pulled out his own member, which was in much need of attention, and began stroking himself and pressing himself up against Vegeta's bare behind.

In one hand Goku had Vegeta's tail, which was twirking because of the rough massage he was giving it, and in the other hand he was rubbing himself dangerously close to Vegeta's entrance. Vegeta panted, surprising, arousing, needy noises, escaped him and Goku was enjoying it. The prince leaned forward at the pleasure from Goku's hand on his tail. He was stroking and pulling with just the right amounts of pressure, and bending it just enough to cause arousal. Vegeta had wrapped it around Goku's arm, then unwrapped it, alarmed at the thought of what Goku could do then.

Goku seemed to be deeply interested in what he was doing at the moment, feeling up and down Vegeta's body, looking at Vegeta's hard on bob with each movement in the mirror. He was entranced with the man he had before him. He left his dick in between Vegeta's cheeks and ran a hand up his back and shoulders, into his hair, gathering in all of his scent that he could take. He let out a low growl as the thought crossed him that another man could get with Vegeta. The thought alone was detestable, impossible. Then he wondered why the hell he cared. He'd never thought about the man before in such a way, not since before this... transformation he was going through.

Goku's eyes rolled down to meet Vegeta's, who was wondering if he'd heard the man behind him actually growl or not. Goku smirked at Vegeta through the mirror and pushed him forward roughly, causing the prince to put one hand on the mirror again. Goku was spreading Vegeta again to check out his ass a little more intimately than before. He grabbed some lube and spread a good amount onto his fingers and dick in a flash, pressing his thumb to Vegeta's entrance, watching his expression the whole time.

"Do you need preparation?" Goku whined, slightly joking, he didn't know if he could actually wait enough for it. Vegeta's ass is perfectly tight and looked too good to ignore. He was squeezing onto his butt when he noticed the look that crossed Vegeta's face at his question. He didn't know what to think about that look, he looked back down at the body in his hands and pressed himself forward anyways.

The cry that came from Vegeta's lips when the head of Kakarot's cock finally pressed inside was not a quiet one. Goku's eyes went wide, he knew he must have hurt him, and wondered why Vegeta had let him do it. He couldn't deny though, that he'd never been so turned on in his life. The heat he was in was so tight, he wondered why this had never occurred to him before. Vegeta's whole body had bent forward and he was breathing harshly, his palms flat on the table. Soon Vegeta was pressing into Kakarot's touch, not willing to look at him through the mirror, no matter how obviously aroused he was.

A few deep breaths and Goku did continue to press forward, causing Vegeta to gasp gently the deeper he went. Vegeta brought the other hand up to rest it on the glass, his eyes were staring into his own face as he looked into the mirror. He only barely glanced up for a second to meet Goku's gaze before looking down at something else, his own dick.

Vegeta was impossibly tight, Goku couldn't push all the way in the first time. He drew back slowly watching himself slide back out of Vegeta, waited a moment, looking back up at his enchanting face, and then pressed himself in even further.

Vegeta bent all the way forward moaning very quietly, his eyebrows pointing upward, his nose was right next to his nose in the mirror. Goku wanted to tell him to kiss himself, it would turn him on, but thought better of showing Vegeta that much of himself for their first time. He supposed it was a weird thought to have anyways, and he didn't want this to be their only time together. He wanted Vegeta again.

Gulping down whatever lump had formed in his throat he pulled back out and began a rhythm inside of Vegeta's body. It was then that Vegeta didn't take his eyes off of Goku's. Goku spent some time watching himself go in and out of Vegeta from behind. It was entrancing to see something so big go into something to tight that made him feel so incredible, and he wasn't in any type of form or transformation. He wasn't planning on cumming or letting Vegeta cum anytime soon.

He pressed deep inside of Vegeta and forced his face right next to the mirror while he used his right leg to lift Vegeta's knee onto the counter. Vegeta had been looking at himself until brought into this position, but Goku was looking at him.

He told him, "Put your other knee up there," as he abruptly came out of him, feeling his ass in his hands.

"I-"

"I think you can manage it," Goku said sternly, but when his gaze met Vegeta's it was nothing in the line of anger. He smiled, then touched his tongue to his teeth like he was in great anticipation. The looks Vegeta was giving him turned him on to no end, a lot of nothingness trying to mask something.

The older man used the table to steady himself enough to bring his leg up, mind you he still had his baggy pants on, they stretched enough, but made things more difficult. The counter was kind of short in width, and even though Vegeta may not be the tallest person, it was still a tight fit up there. He found he had to arch his back kind of sideways, which he did, turning around to glare at Goku, unless he wanted to embarrass himself further. It helped when Kakarot grabbed onto his waist and pulled him backwards to the edge of the sink.

Goku played with Vegeta's entrance with his thumb for a few moments before pressing himself in until the head of his dick was inside. Goku moaned out in appreciation, and wanted to compliment Vegeta but thought better of it, he'd save it for another time. Vegeta spread his legs out, his ass perfectly in Goku's lap. The young Saiyan pressed forward still and found it surprising that Vegeta was eager for him as well. He wondered what all he didn't know about Vegeta and Saiyans that perhaps he did need to know after all.

It made the Prince crazy to have Kakarot inside of him, pressing in and out of him, so consumed in his own thoughts as he watched himself. Goku was pushing Vegeta into the mirror within minutes, his right knee up on the counter, pressing Vegeta's knees into the mirror, his package just over the sink. Vegeta was flexible and his legs were spread though his knees bent and his feet tucked back toward Goku, on his thighs. Kakarot was still balanced in control, catching glances of the reflection of himself fucking Vegeta.

The prince was beginning to think Goku had sexual inclinations, or he supposed he should say, he was perverted. The way Goku was bouncing him on his cock, he had no wonders as to why Chi Chi had never left him.

Goku pulled out of Vegeta for no reason at all, let him down off the counter (more like guided him by the tail) and spun him around by his shoulder to face him. Vegeta's legs were numb from the odd position and he managed to walk backwards until he hit the wall a few feet behind him, Kakarot closing in on him. Goku reached down slowly removing Vegeta's pants and helping him toss them away. Then he stood back up, put his hand up to cup Vegeta's face and kissed him gently on the lips. The Prince resisted the urge to wrap his arms around him and pulled backwards, causing Kakarot to come forward and press his body up against his.

Goku bent forward and picked Vegeta up, wrapping his legs around his waist. His lips seemed to pout as he looked down at what the young Saiyan was doing as he was positioning himself in front of Vegeta's entrance once again. This time the prince pushed down and helped Kakarot guide himself inside, not stopping at the head, but pressing as much of the length into himself as he could.

"Why didn't you tell me you liked this?" Goku groaned and asked, though he knew the question was absolutely absurd.

Vegeta glared and grew angry, he wanted to fly off the handle at the man's preposterous remarks, but Goku was ultimately in control at the moment and he was using that to his leverage. He pumped in and out of Vegeta until he got them in a comfortable enough position to where Vegeta could ride him without any interference. There were no protests.

Their face's were so close as Goku sunk even deeper inside of him and heard noises he wasn't sure he knew how to handle. Black eyes gleaming with more passion than Goku knew what to do with... Vegeta was sexy if he'd ever thought a man was. He was tight, and was so willing, and Goku felt like this, here, with the Prince, was all he'd ever wanted...

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Gohan was avoiding both of the full-blooded Saiyans in his life. Either that or they were avoiding him, he wasn't sure what to make of it. He did overhear Trunks saying he'd seen Goku and that there was something weird about him. Deductive reasoning brings Gohan only to one person of course, let's not be silly, we all know Vegeta must be involved.

He sighed and tick, tick, ticked away at his pen, not being bothered at all by the irritating noise. He was at his desk, at work, but he'd rather be, oh, anywhere else. Hit thoughts wandered back to before, and he considered why he'd overheard Trunks saying that about his Dad if he wasn't meant to hear it? Those were the types of questions he enjoyed talking to Vegeta about, but when Vegeta didn't want to talk he'd tell him to read or work out. Gohan hadn't been doing much of either lately. What has he been spending time doing lately?

That question's not as deep as it sounds. He mused to himself, staring out the window. For someone who saw so much pain and suffering, he sure was happy as a child. He's had a good life, and he was proud to be settling down and trying to grow up. Though something about it was off.

He wondered why he went to work sometimes, why he doesn't just go fishing and hunting like his father and provide for his family in that way. He didn't think Videl would like a zero cash income. But so what, he could live off of it, happily even.

In the end it's all just selfishness. Either you sacrifice for others and for the bigger picture, or you suit to yourself for the rest of your life. Gohan had a choice still. He wondered if that would be such a terrible thing, and he wondered why he obviously wanted it so bad.

It's not even that he doesn't want a wife, or kids, or responsibilities, it's more like he wants a different structure of things, like a different way of living, like his father had chosen. Why couldn't he make the same personal decisions and everyone not love him for it still? He didn't see the difference besides the fact, perhaps, that Bulma found his father in the wilderness all by himself. He laughed, stopping the incessant pen ticking, and thought to himself, I can just picture my Dad now, eight years old, completely wild. He laughed some more.

He tried to picture Vegeta at eight years old, it wasn't so easy. A memory came to mind of Vegeta saying he was only a little boy when Freeza took him from his father and murdered their entire race. He remembered Vegeta crying and blew air out his nose at the thoughts that came into his mind of Freeza. "Bastard!" the pen that was in Gohan's hand snapped.

One of his coworkers has just walked in, she gasped, taken back, "Gohan!"

"Oh, no," Gohan stuttered softly, standing up, "Please, I'm sorry. I wasn't talking to you," he tried to approach her but she turned and went quickly down the hall. A few minutes later his boss came into the room.

"Everything okay? Gohan?" she watched him blushing furiously as he turned away in mock anger walking up to the window.

"I'm sorry she heard me say that, I was thinking about Freeza," Gohan admitted, turning and apologizing to Bulma again.

"It's no sweat, trust me, I've said much worse around my bosses," she laughed, "But you should take the rest of the day off, anyways, okay? Pays on me," and with a wink she left and he was free.

"I guess sometimes it really does pay to know the right people," he muttered, hearing her heels trailing off into the distance. Gohan didn't waste a second longer, he hopped out his window with his bag and began jogging in that strange manner he does when he's trying to go slow like everyone else. Once he reached a secluded area he managed his more preferred get away, flying off into the distance, certainly not planning on going home, a smile on his face.

Piccolo was close to Gohan, closing in fast, and before he knew it the green, handsome man was floating in front of him, stopping him in his tracks.

               "What's with the outfit?" Piccolo's eyebrow twitched, he didn't approve of the suits Gohan's mother picked out for him.

                Gohan shrugged off the jacket and let it fall all the way down to the ground. Underneath he had on a button up, he removed that, too. Now he didn't look so funny in khaki slacks and a white tank. Piccolo motioned for him to follow and started off in a random direction.

                "You seen your father lately?" he asked between the wind.

                "Piccolo, it's been a day," Gohan acted like he was being impractical, but he knew he could hardly get them out of his mind lately, too. "I haven't... I just left work," Gohan was rambling.

                Piccolo rolled his eyes, he knew where Gohan was, "Let's go to Capsule Corp and see your father," He sped up a little faster.

                Gohan had to rush to keep up, he asked "How long has he been there?" He guessed he hadn't really been paying attention. Thinking about the two of them together, he didn't notice their kis were close, and have been now that he has noticed.

                Piccolo looked back at Gohan, "I thought the sight of your Dad tore you apart the other day?" he turned again in the right direction, slowing down a little.

                Gohan considered those words. Torn apart? No he wouldn't at all say he was torn apart. More like... affected. Prince Vegeta... wasn't the same, he was a monster of some sort, he was different. Gohan had to blink and he knew it wasn't the air flying into his eyes, it was the images before him that were getting to him, causing him to lose focus. He hadn't wanted to admit it but the sight of Vegeta that day , the smell of him, Gohan could only imagine the taste!... it was almost too much. He felt as though he could lose control.

                He would have tried Vegeta there if his Dad hadn't been there. His Dad! Gohan had never seen any sexual interest come out of Goku in anything much less Vegeta, not that Gohan thought his father was celibate. If he really thought about it, the idea of Vegeta with his father didn't bother him, not really. It seemed right, it almost makes sense. That's not what's been tormenting him for the past twenty-four hours. Gohan was more shocked by his own body's reaction than anything else. He felt strange in that moment staring down the Prince.

                "What?" Piccolo asked, wondering why Gohan was being so quiet. They had slowed down immensely and were at a damn near stop.

                Gohan figured he should tell Piccolo his thoughts, he knew he could trust him with them, "The way they looked, and Vegeta," he paused, heat rising to his cheeks, "He just looked so-"

                "I get it-" Piccolo cut him off, breaking away eye sight of him as well. He knew Gohan had a thing for Vegeta, still hearing it was hard. Even though Piccolo is asexual there's a spot in his heart for Gohan that no one could ever fill. He does sometimes lust for Gohan, but most of his love is pure and all of it is undying. He continued flying forward, speeding up again, fast approaching C.C..

                Once they arrived landing in the yard as usual Gohan felt very uncomfortable having come to someone else's how to see someone who doesn't even live there. Then he remembered that Bulma was at work, felt kind of awkward about that, but then he sensed his brother's ki and opened the front door like it was his own home, allowing them both inside, to Piccolo's gratitude.
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