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Atavism	By : ctsama Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9192 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Serious rape and torture warning for this chapter, I mean it. This is some dark shit. Skip to the next chapter if you have any doubts!!!!!

Throwback (def): a person or thing that is similar to someone or something from the past or that is suited to an earlier time

Gohan seemed amused at Vegeta’s shock. “Surprised I can hold a conversation? You can thank my human half for that. Everything in me that is Saiyan wants to tear into you right now but my human side gives me enough distance to keep my brain from melting. It’s not the same for my father, I’m guessing. I’ll bet that amazing scent of yours shuts his brain right down and won’t let him think.”

Vegeta scowled. “How do you know that?”

Gohan shrugged and knelt opposite Vegeta. “You aren’t the only one who knows how to break into computer files. I pieced the rest together on my own, even did a little workup on myself. All that potential I carried that didn’t seem to want to come out? Turns out it’s a genetic abnormality, like yours. It’s ancient. Only able to be released in bits and pieces without the proper catalyst, which just made its comeback after a thousand years in hiding.” He caressed Vegeta’s neck gently, running a thumb down his throat. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you like this,” Gohan sighed. Vegeta snarled at the too-intimate touch but tolerated it for now.

“And this is what it takes for you grow a pair big enough to try?” he snorted. Gohan’s eyes flew from his throat to his own, anger and lust simmering in them and Vegeta smirked. ‘There you are,’ he thought. “If this isn’t blind instinct why are you doing this?”

He went back to that touching and Vegeta held his revulsion down for the moment. “Maybe it’s because we both understand what it’s like to live with the pain of continually being left behind by my father. And maybe…

“Maybe it’s because I was fascinated by you when I was young. Your ruthlessness, the way you gloried in your power; I’d never seen anything like it before. Hell, when I watched you decapitate Guldo with your bare hands and a smile on your face I almost wet my pants! It scared me because I knew that brutality was in me too. That fascination turned into something else as I got older. I wanted to taste that ruthlessness, feel what was behind your scowl. But I was always too damned intimidated by you to do anything about it. Until you woke the sleeping dragon, so to speak. You know after you changed yourself, that day in the kitchen, I didn’t know what was happening but I couldn’t see anything but you. If you hadn’t left when you did, I was so close to trying to take you then.”

“You would have failed,” Vegeta snarled at him. “Instead you waited until I’m not at full power. That makes you nothing but a coward.”

Gohan shrugged again and didn’t rise to the bait. “Expediency. I learned it from you. My father came back to Capsule Corp. to get cleaned up, you know. That’s when it really took hold. He walked past me and he smelled like you do now, it was all over him.” Gohan’s hand wandered down Vegeta’s chest and he had had enough of that touch. He moved to knock that wandering hand away but as he made contact Gohan seized his wrist and pulled him face to face, something mad and dangerous flaring in his eyes. Vegeta bared his teeth and didn’t back down, and Gohan won control of himself back after a brief battle.

He released Vegeta’s wrist and continued speaking as if nothing had happened. “I don’t actually remember what happened after I smelled you on my father. Videl says I came home with a fever and slept for three days. But when I woke up it was as though I had died in my sleep and awakened to another life. I felt amazing and everything, from my mind to my world had changed. I have you to thank for so much.”

Vegeta decided to try to get through to him once more. “Listen to me. All that ancient, incredible power you’ve unlocked? It comes with all the primitive brutality of the time. That need for violence you’re feeling is going to feed off the violence you give it, it’s a never ending cycle. There was a time in Saiyan history when it would have served you well, but now it has no place. It will only get stronger if you don’t control or channel it. You have a wife and child. Have you even thought about what this will do to them?”

“To be honest, I don’t care. I know I should, but I haven’t been able to focus on them lately. It’s been hell trying to keep up appearances, pretending I’m the same as I always was when all I can think about is what I want, when I want it. It’s strange, I look at Videl and the baby and I think, ‘my job is done here.’ Why is that?”

Vegeta almost laughed. Now that was interesting. “Having children isn’t tied to relationships for us the way it is here, nor do we raise our children in the same way humans do.” Now, he did laugh. “Care to bitch out your father some more for not being there for you now that you feel the same way he did?”

Gohan’s eyes flashed anger. “It’s not the same thing. I’m not like him.”

“You’re right. He was better than you. He was gone trying to get stronger so he could protect Earth. You’re just out here trying to get high off me. Boo fucking hoo, my father wasn’t there for me every moment of every day. Except Kakarot was there when it counted, wasn’t he? How many times have you died? None. Because he was there to save your ass when you needed him despite having a lot of shit of his own to wade through. Oh, and a little advice? If you want to bitch about your daddy issues don’t go to the son of a murdered father for sympathy,” he spat.

Gohan’s hand seized his throat, squeezing to stop the flow of words he didn’t want to hear. “Well maybe if he had paid a little more attention I would be sitting at home with my family controlling myself like a good boy, instead of being out here with you right now trying to get high. You have him to thank for that too,” Gohan hissed, unwilling to let go of his anger toward his father.

He relaxed his hand after a few moments and regarded Vegeta thoughtfully. Gohan leaned closer, inhaled deeply, and closed his eyes as a shudder ran through him. “You were right about one thing though. You are like a drug,” he murmured softly. “And I’m going to taste you, whether you like it or not. Do you accept me? Or are we doing this the hard way?”

A short bark of a laugh escaped Vegeta. “Keep dreaming. I will never accept you.”

“Are you sure?” Gohan closed his eyes, concentrated. There was a buildup of energy that left Vegeta utterly stunned. Gohan’s strength was unmatched, stronger even than when he’d fought Buu, it was astonishing.

“I am the strongest. You’re drawn to that, I can smell it on you. In fact…” He released Vegeta’s throat and knocked him down to the ground with a solid crack to the side of his face. Before he could recover Gohan slid his hand down inside the stretchy material at Vegeta’s waist. He reached between Vegeta’s legs and roughly shoved two fingers into that passage that was unique to him, feeling a rush. Vegeta flinched but made no sound. Gohan smiled down at him. “Awfully wet down here. Tight as hell too, like you’re just ready to go.” He scissored and curled his fingers inside and enjoyed the trembling of the flesh around his fingers as Vegeta tried to throw him off.

Vegeta cursed. It was true, the ache to be filled was almost overwhelming. He was several hours into his heat cycle, there was little doubt he’d conceive. Their children would be only a quarter human, while not ideal the addition of new genes and Gohan’s incredible strength offset the loss of Saiyan blood. It could fit with the plan. And yet...

This wasn’t Goku. And that mattered.

“I’ll break you if I have to, Vegeta. I want your submission.”

Vegeta fixed Gohan with all the ‘fuck no’ his soul could force out of his eyes. “You haven’t earned it,” he spat. “And it doesn’t matter what my body wants,” he snarled back at Gohan. “I’m not weak-willed like you, a slave to my instincts. I will not be ruled, not by it and never by you.”

Gohan gave him a smile, withdrew his fingers. “Unfortunately for you, that’s the main reason I find you so appealing. We’ll do this your way then.” Gohan’s left hand seized and tightened on his throat and Vegeta flinched as he was lifted only to be slammed back down to the ground. He grunted around that strangling hand, dazed as Gohan’s other hand ripped his shorts down one side, leaving him exposed. Strangely enough it was his gloves he wished he had as he grabbed at Gohan’s wrist and shoved at him.

Gohan stripped his own pants down and slid out of them, keeping a tight hold on Vegeta’s neck all the while. Even so he had to grapple with Vegeta to get between his legs, they snarled and fought as Vegeta kicked and punched at him hard and turned what should have been a one-sided conquering into a war of attrition. By the time he’d gotten Vegeta prone he was bruised, furious, and incredibly aroused. “Fuck, I’m going to enjoy this,” he growled. “Look at me.”

“How about... you go to hell instead?” Vegeta gasped.

Gohan just tightened his hold and let him choke for a few moments before letting up and watching him gasp for air. “You don’t have to do what I tell you but it’s going to cost you if you don’t.”

It was Zarbon all over again. Vegeta actually laughed. “How fucking unoriginal. I’m disappointed.”

Gohan’s eyes narrowed. The beast inside him was screaming for Vegeta’s blood, his pain, his complete subjugation and Gohan finally, finally gave in to it. He snapped his hips forward without warning and didn’t stop until he was fully sheathed. Vegeta’s cry of pain reverberated in his ears and he felt like it had just woken him from a dream.

His eyes drifted shut and time seemed to slow. This brutal dance, the fight and the conquering and the taking, this was what it had once meant to be Saiyan. He had felt stirrings of it as a child, surges of fury that gave him immense power. It had felt so freeing to give in to it, there had been such pleasure in the act of violence. But he had feared it, couldn’t control it and had run from that power into the gentler arms of a human life.

Vegeta’s traumatized passage tightened and squeezed around him and sent ripples of pleasure up and down his spine. “Why was I ever afraid of this,” he murmured.

He closed his eyes and gave himself over to the sweet pleasure of it, Vegeta’s anguished cries making it all the sweeter. Vegeta didn’t stop fighting him, he struggled, even got his hands free and tried to blast his face off with a ki attack, but nothing would stop him. Every time he fought and subdued Vegeta again his lust became greater, his desire for the Saiyan prince heightened.

Vegeta’s will was iron, he refused to give up no matter how dire the situation. He had even fought off powerful mind control to accomplish his own goals before, because fuck anyone who thought they could tell him what to do. It was the thought of being strong enough to utterly possess that will that pushed Gohan over the edge. He gasped, slammed forward again climaxing hard and squeezing the breath out of Vegeta’s throat.

He sat up, pulling Vegeta up with him by the throat. When he was impaled on his cock he let go and captured his wrists behind his back while he gasped for air. His hand in Vegeta’s hair forced his eyes to meet Gohan’s. Those wide eyes were filled with rage and defiance, his face contorted in a scowl. The old Gohan would have been utterly cowed, as would anyone else but now he just felt exhilarated and eager for the challenge.

“Is this more original?” He pulled almost all the way out and jerked his hips up. Vegeta’s eyes flashed rage at him, and he ground his teeth together refusing him any reaction. He continued the painful strokes, going too deep, too hard and too fast as they faced off against each other. The way he was stabbing repeatedly into such tender, nerve-filled flesh, Vegeta lasted much longer than he would have thought. Unknown to him Vegeta could have outlasted him were it not for the mental tailspin he was fighting as Gohan inadvertently created a dark, twisted version of his own father’s actions.

Finally though Gohan had what he wanted after one particularly brutal thrust. A grunt of pain escaped him and Gohan shivered. He repeated the action against the same spot time and time again until Vegeta couldn’t hold back the cries anymore. He forced Vegeta’s lips up to meet his and swallowed those pained cries until they drove him over the edge again.

Gohan spilled himself for the second time in Vegeta’s wet channel with a roar. He shuddered in the aftermath, fingers digging into Vegeta’s wrists so hard they would bruise him to the bone.

The thought of Vegeta outwardly wearing his mark struck a chord. He squeezed a little harder.

The pleasure he had just taken from that amazing body was intense, his orgasms far stronger than anything he’d experienced before. But they were marred by the feeling that he was missing something. Vegeta moaned in pain and desire flared again. Gohan realized Vegeta was right, his need for the violence was escalating and feeding the beast felt too good to stop.

He let Vegeta’s wrists go and shoved him to the ground, hissing at the cool air as he slid from Vegeta’s overly warm insides. Gohan followed him down and pushed against the backs of his knees, bending him backward until he was almost doubled completely over, exposing another entrance to his body.

If Vegeta hadn’t had enough to conceive yet, he could try again later. Not that he cared so much about having children, it would simply be an effective way to keep him under control in more ways than one. He felt Vegeta’s muscles tighten up as he realized what was about to happen, and Gohan chuckled. Maybe this would satisfy the beast.

It was almost painfully tight, and judging by Vegeta’s blood-curdling scream at his entry it was definitely painfully tight for the prince. “This is amazing, Vegeta, I can hardly move you’re so tight,” he gasped. “I'll give you another chance. If I don’t go easy on you it will be a long time until you can walk again. What is your choice?”

Gohan didn’t know how it happened but Vegeta’s fists smashed down on the back of his head so hard and so fast he grunted in pain. He captured those fists once more in his hand, feeling both rage and utter glee. Vegeta’s eyes were glazed over with agony and exhaustion but there was still plenty of anger shining through as well. “You are a magnificent creature, you know that? It’s all the same to me whether you can walk or not, you won’t be getting out of my bed anyway.”

Vegeta shook with pain and strain as Gohan started a punishing rhythm, glorying in the heat and friction that gripped him and tore under the onslaught. Booted ankles jerked on Gohan’s shoulders with every thrust and the smell of Vegeta’s heat scent mixed with the smell of his blood drove him to new heights. It was incredibly good, but it could be better.

He pulled out none too gently and let Vegeta drop to the ground. He tossed him over onto his stomach and hiked him up onto his knees. He leaned over him, positioned himself and slammed home again. Before he started fucking him again, he fisted Vegeta’s hair and sank his teeth into the side of his neck. A hoarse shout rocked him and Gohan began to tear into him again. A sense of power flooded him as he somehow felt how close Vegeta was to breaking and it pushed him over the edge. He came again, shuddering in the aftermath.

That had been better. Maybe once more would be enough for tonight. He knew Vegeta was almost there, almost past fighting though he didn’t know how he knew. Once he passed out he could take Vegeta someplace they wouldn’t be found and the real fun could begin. Assuming he’d conceived tonight he knew Vegeta would be completely dependent upon him. In this state or weaker, chains would be enough to hold him. He would be available any time of any day for whatever Gohan wanted.

The thought of this incredible feeling of ecstasy and power on tap was heady and he swelled inside Vegeta just thinking about it. He pulled his hips back and drove forward again, biting down hard again on Vegeta’s neck. Besides the jerking of his smaller body with each sharp thrust and his cries and shouts of pain there was very little reaction from Vegeta now. ‘Very soon,’ he smiled.

And his mind was nearing his limit, Vegeta could feel it. He was intimately familiar with the indignity of rape, it was not easily dealt with but he knew it, could guard himself against its effects. But so much about this transcended anything he’d been through before.

This was too personal.

This was no sullen bully forcing his way into his body, no brutal tyrant. This was a boy he knew, had watched grow into a man and had respected and cared for in his way. They had saved each other’s lives many times in battle. There was no hatred, no animosity to draw on to lend him the strength he needed to keep fighting, only disbelief, sadness and a growing sense of despair that served to weaken him. Gohan ravaged his raw, bleeding passage yet again and he realized he was closer to begging for an end to the torture than he’d ever been in his life.

His mind wandered and he let it go, anything to delay the shattering. He thought back to that day near the stream, wanting so badly to let Goku complete the bond they had. Another month and he would have been back in his arms, safe, he had wanted it so badly...

Gohan stopped slamming into him, the sharp pain at his neck lessened and he roused from his delirious thoughts slightly. Gohan’s fist in his hair turned his head to the side until he was face to face with Gohan’s rage. “What was that?” he growled.

Vegeta frowned at him, not understanding what the hell he was talking about. Suddenly he felt the fading push of Gohan’s mind against his and his eyes flew open in horror. Could a bond be forced by another Saiyan? The very thought was so taboo no one had told him and he would never have even thought to ask; some things were sacred, even to a race like the Saiyans. He didn’t know and he sure as hell didn’t want to find out.

Gohan’s eyes narrowed in understanding. “So that’s what I’m missing. I can have more than just your body, can’t I? I can link with your mind as well. Not just telepathy, something deeper. Am I right?”

Vegeta’s body started shaking beneath him, he frantically renewed his efforts to get away. Gohan quelled him easily, and that response was answer enough to his question.

Gohan had seen it for a moment. It was there in Vegeta’s mind, a raw bond that had never been strengthened to its ultimate state. Vegeta managed to wrench an arm loose and shot it back, striking Gohan under the chin with a sharp elbow. Gohan cursed and drew back just enough for him to scramble out from under him and get a few feet away. “Oh no you don’t,” Gohan growled, catching him by the ankle and dragging him back. He honestly didn’t even know how the man was still fighting, but it was Vegeta’s nature after all.

He flipped Vegeta over onto his back and delivered a hard jab to his stomach to stop him for a moment so he could think. Touching Vegeta’s mind hadn’t felt like anything he’d experienced before. And it had happened when he’d bit down on Vegeta’s neck; it seemed the act was something of a conduit to that bond he’d glimpsed. Gohan didn’t know anything about Saiyan mating bonds, but he didn’t have to. Vegeta was already tied into that bond that he’d seen.

The Saiyan imperatives roaring through his veins showed him the way to what he wanted, he only had to follow its instruction. He didn’t have to create a new bond, just take over the existing one.

By the time Vegeta could breathe again his wrists were captured above his head and Gohan was shoving inside him again. His other hand was back in his hair, forcing his head to the side. Vegeta’s dread mounted as he realized what Gohan was doing.

“No!” he cried, even knowing Gohan wouldn’t heed him. “You don’t know what you’re doing. It’s permanent, there’s no going back from this!”

Gohan’s anger rose, surprising himself. “Then why were you thinking about my father, huh? Is he really the one you wanted to bind yourself to? Why? He sure as hell doesn’t care about you. He just leaves you behind whenever it suits him, he doesn’t deserve you!”

His words seemed only to incite Vegeta’s struggles further. His terror mounted. He had focused on surviving this attack, on just enduring it but now he understood that this was only the beginning, that Gohan had no intention of ever letting him go. “My thoughts are none of your concern Gohan! Let my body be enough, leave me my mind, leave it!” he screamed.

“I want it all, Vegeta,” he answered coldly. “Everything you would have given my father, I want it all!” Vegeta screamed, blasted out with all the ki he had left but it just wasn’t enough, Gohan wouldn’t be denied his prize.

Sharp teeth sank into Vegeta’s throat and Gohan pushed his way into his mind. He could see it again. That unfinished bond. He knew who it had belonged to, he could feel his father all over it. He crashed into Vegeta’s mind, breaking through any meager resistance the prince had been able to muster after so much abuse as Vegeta screamed his defiance to the sky. He touched that bond with his own presence and felt its essence, connected himself to Vegeta’s mind in the most intimate way possible.

He heard a sharp, indrawn breath and Vegeta’s struggling faded and died. He pulled away for a moment to look into Vegeta’s eyes. A sense of triumph grew. His eyes were wide, pupils narrowed to pinpricks and his breath came in short, unsteady gasps. Tears flowed freely down the sides of his face and Gohan reveled in the victory, marveling at how amazing it had felt to be so connected to someone else, invited or no.

Gohan heard a deep rumble of satisfaction and was surprised to learn it was coming from him. Looking down at Vegeta splayed out before him like some sort of defiled sacrifice he could feel it, something resolving inside him now that his chosen was no longer fighting him.

He took his time in renewing that gateway action, licking salty, bloody skin before taking it back between his teeth. He finally released his restraining grip on Vegeta’s wrists, feeling his way down that hard body to grasp his ass, spreading his cheeks to plunge in as far as he could. Vegeta only made a small sound as the move pulled him into an arch, halfway between a choke and a sob and it touched something deep inside him, calming the need to escalate the violence.

His hips thrust lazily into Vegeta’s body now that he wasn’t resisting and he no longer had to be subdued with pain. He sank his mind into the connection he had forged like a tick, drawing everything he could from it and shuddered at the unprecedented pleasure of taking body, mind and soul simultaneously. It was like fucking pure bliss on a cloud.

Gohan began to insinuate himself into the bond. It wasn’t difficult to find his father’s presence in it. He smothered that presence with his own where he found it and dug himself into every open wound Vegeta’s mind had, and there were many.

Vegeta couldn’t keep him out, couldn’t stop him. The pain in his body was terrible but familiar, it was nothing compared to what Gohan was doing to his mind. It was a mockery of fusion, instead of sharing and melding there was only taking, and Gohan was taking it all. Thrusting into his mind just as deeply as he was thrusting into his body. His memories, his fears, his hopes, all being ransacked. Knowing him, and finally seeking to supplant his own father as the only grounding tie Vegeta had in this world.

But knowing him wasn’t enough. Gohan wanted control.

He was so close to completing a bond between them, Vegeta knew. When it was done he would be forever tied to this monster Gohan had become. Vegeta knew he should have been fighting but was unable. His strength was utterly gone and something in his mind had broken, something essential though he didn’t know what it was. He was completely adrift.

Would he ever even see Goku again? Would he even be allowed to think about him? Despair filled Vegeta at the thought of losing Goku so completely and something in his body responded to his desperation. He felt heat centered in his lower back and an intense tingling overshadowed the pain in his lower body for a few moments. He gasped when he realized what was happening. A burst of power flowed into him and he roared in triumph as his new tail lashed out from behind him.

Gohan felt something happening, felt a flare of heat from Vegeta’s body but by the time he disentangled himself from Vegeta’s mind it was too late, he didn’t even have time to defend himself.

Vegeta exploded into his first form and used the shock waves to blast Gohan off of him. He gathered all his ki to him and he realized Gohan was just staring at him in disbelief. He didn’t waste the opportunity.

He braced himself and brought the heels of his hands together facing Gohan. His attacker had to steady himself and shield strongly to survive what he knew was coming.

After a brief battle with himself Vegeta released the blast before it reached full power. He knew mercy only brought trouble, but this was one of his people, an extremely strong warrior, and most importantly Goku’s firstborn child. Strangely enough that meant more to him than any other reason. The Final Flash that shot out from his hands still vaporized much of the meadow. He was sure Gohan had survived but he didn’t wait to see the results. He closed his eyes and focused.

When he opened them again he was outside his home.

Safe.

He fell to his knees, crying out in pain at the jolt to his abused body. He released the powerful ki and his arms and tail wrapped protectively around his body. He stayed there unmoving, staring sightlessly into the sky, barely even breathing for several minutes. Reluctantly, slowly, he moved a trembling hand to his stomach. Extended his senses.

And felt two fledgeling power signatures.

A choked sob escaped him. It was too much. Blessed darkness rose up to engulf him.
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Goku woke out of a sound sleep, sweating and gasping for breath. He didn’t know how or why he knew, but he knew something had gone horribly, horribly wrong. His hand flew to his chest and he groaned at how badly it was aching.

“Vegeta…” he sobbed, though he didn’t know why.

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It had been two days since that terrible dream, but still Goku’s unease wouldn’t let him go. Try as he might, he still couldn’t feel a single trace of Vegeta. But maybe someone else could.

He tried the Guardian of Earth first, but even Dende’s powers couldn’t reach him. Dende seemed greatly troubled by this, after all, nothing should have escaped his watchful eye.

Piccolo was next, and Goku held onto high hopes. But it seemed as though Piccolo had been avoiding him of late; he could only pray he’d be willing to help.

“Hey! Um, I’m looking for Vegeta. Have you seen him lately?”

“No. I haven’t seen him in months,” Piccolo answered truthfully. “Why?”

“I think something might be wrong, and I just can’t shake the feeling. Piccolo, please. I know you’re keeping something from me but I don’t care why. If you know anything at all, you’ve got to tell me.”

Piccolo grimaced. Goku and Vegeta were undoubtedly connected, though the nature of that connection was a mystery to him. If Goku was sensing something wrong with Vegeta he would damn well take it seriously. His only inner debate was what he could say or do without breaking a confidence. “I honestly don’t know where he is. But there was a pretty big fight a few nights ago. As much energy as some of us can sling around I don’t think much of it anymore, but we can start there.”

It took a while to fly there but the devastation in the meadow only increased Goku’s unease. “Vegeta was here, I can smell him.”

“How?” He kicked a stone into a puddle. “It’s rained since then.”

“Because his scent gets stronger sometimes, like when-”

“‘When’ what?”

“Nothing, it’s just... Piccolo, I don’t like this.”

“He could have just been training. It’s easy to get carried away.”

“Maybe. I don’t know, maybe I’m just worried for nothing, but… I’d feel a lot better if I knew for sure.”

“Maybe you need to ask Gohan,” Piccolo said looking away to his left.

Goku followed his line of sight and saw a torn piece of orange cloth half buried in the disturbed earth.
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Gohan was on his way out the door of his home when Goku found him. “Oh, hey Dad! What’s up? I’m on my way to work.”

“I won’t keep you,” Goku smiled faintly. “I’m just looking for Vegeta and I thought you might have seen him around. Have you?”

“As a matter of fact, yes. I saw him a few nights ago. He said he wanted to spar and I took him up on it. I almost said no,” he laughed. “I haven’t really fought in so long, I was afraid he’d wipe the floor with me! It’s strange though, I don’t remember much of it.”

Goku’s heart dropped into the pit of his stomach. This was all sounding too familiar. “You… you don’t?”

“No… But… I kinda figured he might have clobbered me for being a jerk,” Gohan chuckled uncomfortably. “See, after I beat him I might have… tried to kiss him on the neck? I think? I mean, I’d always had kind of a crush on him but I don’t know why I did that, I’m not that sort of guy to mess around, really. It seemed like he wanted me to… He just smelled so good, I couldn’t stop myself, it was strange. That’s when I start drawing a blank.”

Goku could barely breathe, could hardly hear over the roaring of the blood in his ears. ‘Oh god, Vegeta… how could you?’

Gohan didn’t seem to notice. “I don’t know where he went, he was gone when I woke up. I’m sorry I can’t be of more help. Anyway, I’ve got to get to work. Come by later in the week, we can go for dinner!”

Gohan waved and jogged off around a corner, and Goku felt like throwing up. He felt like a fool for talking himself into thinking Vegeta actually cared about him. He Transmitted away angrily as a watchful Gohan smiled unnoticed.

He knew it was just a matter of time until Piccolo, Bulma or Goku seriously went looking for Vegeta. He didn’t really have to worry about Vegeta trying to enlist aid, he probably knew better than to try. Between his father, his teacher and his surrogate aunt, no one would believe the cold-blooded ex-Freeza Force destroyer over him.

As far as someone trying to find him, things couldn’t have been more perfect with Goku being first up. The memories he’d taken from Vegeta had come in handy in turning his father’s perception around. He was so naive Gohan almost pitied him for how easy it had been. Now if the other two tried to find Vegeta an angry, betrayed Goku would warn them off for him, leaving him out of the equation and free of suspicion altogether. He could take his time finding Vegeta again without any interference.

“Now. Where are you hiding, my prince?”

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Story note: In the anime Vegeta killed Guldo with some kind of ki thing. In the manga he used his bare hand. Counting the movies, he decapitates three big baddies that I can remember. Such a badass.

On a serious-ish note, this is hands down the darkest thing I’ve ever written. Man, not one good thing happened in the entire chapter! Okay, everybody go take a break and run a google search for corgi puppies running, it’ll cheer you back up quick. Thank you for not setting me on fire reading and especially the responses, I love to know what ya’ll like so I can adjust things to give you more of it. :)
Next Chapter: The nightmare isn’t over as Vegeta tries to recover with help from some unexpected places.

wistfulmuse: How’s that for not right! Jeez, me and my fracked-up head!

Ulrike: Sooo… You have a very accurate angst radar! I hope I’ve managed to make a dark Gohan believable. He’s a character with such promise I just wanted to do something unexpected with him. And the surprises with him aren’t over yet, stay tuned! You’re right on the money with the scenes with the babies. I’m trying to give an idea of what Vegeta is trying to do as far as making sure they’ll meet their potential and caring for them without making the story completely about that. Glad to know it’s working! Writing Goku and Vegeta together is fun and interesting, especially Goku when he’s being naggy and cute with Vegeta so look forward to more of that… assuming I can get them over this hump. Phew! :D

Cara9001: Yup, Daddy’s gonna be pissed when he figures this all out, and it is definitely coming. Gohan has some culpability in all this, but how much is him and how much is Vegeta’s hormones waking him up remains to be seen. Another good question, what about Gohan’s other Dad, Piccolo? I am loving writing Piccolo by the way, his part in this is much bigger than it was when I started because of that. Stay tuned! (P.S. More baby sweetness on the way next chapter!)
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