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Nothing\'s Impossible	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8021 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Nothings Impossible 8:

It was the shivering. He hated it. His whole body was shuddering with every little movement that Vegeta made. His breathing was heavy and his skin was slick with sweat. He kept trying to keep his eyes open but every movement inside of him made them close again--but that was okay. The curling tightness and the throb of his erection--he could handle.

But his whole body shivering, shaking, his fingers digging in Vegeta's skin and his spine arching, hips moving restlessly. The loss of control and the groans that rolled out of him. The need. Desperate and Vegeta was moving so SLOW. Just touching him everywhere this his hands (smooth skin on his hands, no callouses) and rocking against him, inside of him. No sense of urgency, no hurry.

It was impossible.

"Vegeta," he whined again. Forced his eyes open and looked at Vegeta, down at his chest where Vegeta was sucking on his skin--another reason for the shaking. His chest had become painfully sensitive. Every little touch against it made his body throb harder. The want deepened and he pushed his hps back, felt the bed shake under him. "Come on Vegeta--"

The Prince would not be swayed. Other than a cursory look out of the corner of his eye he didn't even look at him. Worked his way with his mouth across Gohan's chest, ran his tongue over his nipple and lapped at it. LIke a kitten. Every little bump of his tongue, every little breath made Gohan's body tighten and jerk, made him whine deeper want harder and--

Still there was no movement.

He tightened his legs around Vegeta and rolled them. So Vegeta was under him. Held himself up on his shaking arms and let his head hang down loosely as he shuddered. Vegeta wasn't moving at all inside of him, but like this, just sitting, everything was rubbing the right way and he couldn't barely stand to even breath.

Hands closed on his hips and he gasped. Lifted up and lowered down again, slow like before. Vegeta wasn't even slightly deterred, still control the situation and Gohan bit his lip, whimpered and tried to remind himself that he was a fully capable adult.

He moved on his own now, rising up and thrusting his hips back down. Faster than Vegeta could stop him. Breathing wasn't important anyway. He thrust his hips back against the hardness inside of him, felt the endless rippling wave of electric need and that strange twist of pleasure that was almost like being tickled--almost and so strange. He bit his lip harder and moved faster, spread his thighs and took Vegeta in deeper. There was no sound but his own breathing and no sense of touch but that place where Vegeta was inside of him, the stretch of his body around him and the throbbing heat and want that made the tears run down his face.

"Vegeta," he panted when he had the breath.

And he was on his back again, legs up, Vegeta took over the thrusts, pounding down into him. His voice moved with him, made little noises with every movement--perfect damn voice.

One hand was on his hip the other slide between his thighs and curled around his erection, stroked it hard with the thrusts until Gohan's vision went completely white and then spotty. He was crying out--something--and it felt so good that it almost hurt.

The whiplash of uncoiling tension and the flood. Everything flooded, he felt his own release and Vegeta's inside of him, the tears on his face and the sweat on his skin and inside of him, his belly loosened and everything felt liquidy. Relaxed. Sated.

He panted for his breath. Vegeta moved away from him and then curled his arms around him and they panted together.

Strange thing. The feeling of all their hearts beating. And then the hand on his waist, the baby inside of him turning just a little now, responding to the feeling of its father's hand. He snorted.

"Poor kid," he murmured, "He'll be scarred for life now."

Vegeta said nothing, but he saw the smirk on his face. Sort saw it. He felt tired again. And warm. (Dirty and grimy too, but these thing he was willing to ignore for the sake of sleeping.) He snuggled tighter against Vegeta. Forgot about what happened earlier that day.

Forgot that he had died. Forgot the moment when he realized he was failing, when he put his hands over his waist and begged for that life. Not even his own. Just the life of his child. But he forgot them. Just for now.

So he could sleep.

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"You knew all this time and you didn't tell me?" Ah--the banshee was here. Vegeta stopped on the stairs, listened for the next comments and debated showing his face in the kitchen after all. "And you did ultrasounds? Can I see them?"

"Of course you can. If he ever gets out of bed we'll need to do another one. The baby's growing extraordinarily fast. Its amazing--" Silence for just a split second but that was more than enough time for Vegeta to realize that Bulma knew where he was. "Why is that Vegeta? Why do the babies grow so fast?"

He cursed his stupid bad luck, but resigned himself to his fate and continued his descent of the stairs. Glared at the blue-haired woman and crossed his arms over his chest. "Pregnancy is a weakness." Then he ignored them and their comments and continued forward to the fridge to retreive what he had come down here to get. Something to drink.

"Makes sense. Saiyans are supposedly a warrior race. Couldn't be pregnant and in a battle." Bulma went off into one of her thoughtful moments and Chichi looked at him from her side of the table.

Not exactly accusing. Just sort of--sizing him up. Considering him. Like she was trying to decide whether or not she was going to be angry about him and her son. In the end she probably would be. No person is good enough for a woman's first born.

"Vegeta," Bulma said. "Wake Gohan up sometime soon, okay? We need to see how far along the baby is."

As if Gohan couldn't have told them--or him for that matter. Some things were better left for instinct rather than science. Then again--male pregnancies had never ended positively in the past. And this human science might have discovered the only way to safely allow the kid to have the baby. But it wasn't right. It didn't feel right. Cutting Gohan open and stealing his child just didn't seem right.

But if it were the only way...

"Let him sleep," Chichi said.

Vegeta told himself that he did not like this woman. (He just needed to remind himself of that fact.) Then he finished his drink (something that tasted almost like water) and went back to the stairs, back to his room where Gohan was sleeping. (He had washed the kid up after he fell asleep. And learned a valuable lesson about giving sleeping saiyans a spongebath. Don't do it.)

As soon as he closed the door (just a tiny click of a noise) Gohan sat up and looked at him. His hair was sticking out from every angle and he had the cutest bewildered look on his face. His stomach had a solid dark spot on it, a sort of crooked smile extending from one side to the other. Crossing over his belly button along the way.

"Your mother is here."

Gohan shook his head at him. "You know--you make it sound like a threat." Then he pulled the blankets off his legs and stood up. And standing, sideways, the rounding of his stomach was proudly pronounced. Only an idiot wouldn't have noticed it. (Except Kakarot already knew about the pregnancy.) Gohan put his hand on over their child and stood very still for a moment.

"They want to do an ultrasound."

"Another one?" But Gohan pulled his pants on anyway and grabbed his shirt off the floor. With his pants as low as they were (the only way they'd fit) his shirt didn't quite touch and there was a solid line of smooth white skin showing.

Vegeta did not like it.

Gohan didn't seem to notice, he walked (a bit awkwardly, but he wasn't waddling like Bulma had) past Vegeta and started down the stairs. Vegeta followed him. (And continued to not like the showing of skin.)

When they reached the bottom of the stairs Gohan was immediately attacked by the women. They hugged him and rubbed his stomach (Vegeta also did not like this) and dragged him over to the table and offered him a months worth of food. Gohan said very little and consquently was giving a months worth of food to eat.

The boys (Trunks and Goten) appeared in the kitchen and clambored up to sit at the table and help digest the food. "Pie?!" Goten said, and pouted at his mother. "You never let me have pie for breakfast."

"You're not pregnant."

Goten pouted about this. Then turned to his brother and said: "Gohan--how'd you get pregnant."

"Well," Gohan said (one should note the back of his neck turned pink) "When--uh--two Saiyans-- Well..." Then he stopped and thought about it for a moment. "Sex, Goten. Sex got me pregnant. This is why you should never have sex."

"But you get pie."

"True..."

"And you don't have to do chores. AND you get to sleep all you want!"

"But I have to get fat."

"Oh," Goten said. Thought about it for a moment while Trunks took the best food for himself (good boy.) "That would suck... But you get pie so getting fat is okay." A pause for them all to accept this reasoning. "So--what's sex?"

Gohan's neck was now red instead of pink. Chichi had a viciously satisfied look on her face (which Vegeta supposed because of all the nonsense Gohan put her through. He remembered Bulma telling him about Gohan's endless: "And what's that?" nonsense when Sex was explained to him.

"Depends on who you're doing it with," is what Gohan finally said.

"Huh?"

Trunks rolled his eyes. "Don't be such a dummy, Goten!"

Goten ignored his best friend, and kept looking at his brother, using the full force of his cuteness to slowly wear down Gohan's resolve at not having to explain the sex thing. "I don't understand," Goten said. Just to clarify what the staring was about.

"Well, if you decide to have sex with a girl then you--just do it."

"Is it harder to do it with boys?"

Vegeta told himself that laughing at the little boy would scar him for life. He bit his tongue and managed to keep the look of utter neutrality. He didn't even smirk.

"Its--uh...more complicated?"

Goten blinked.

"OH GOTEN!" Trunks shouted. "Think about it! You stick things in the other person when you're having sex. Where would someone stick their thing in you?" (Apparently his son had thought this over.)

Goten had an adorable innocent and confused look on his face. Then he slowly realized what was being said to him. And he scrunched up his face. "That's GROSS! You're not supposed to put things up there! Things come out of there!" And he sat in contemplation of the grossness of sex for a moment. Then looked at his brother. "Doesn't that hurt?" Followed up quickly but the infinitely more significant question of "What does it feel like?"

They were all saved from this question by the appearance of the great baka. His sudden (and disgustingly orange) appearanced caused the chibi to forget his line of questioning as he screeched: "DADDY!" and ran across the table of food to jump into his father's arms.

Trunks rolled his eyes. (Good boy.)

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Goten: You know--I don't like being the comic relief.

Gohan: Yeah, well, Yamcha's not around.

Vegeta: And nobody loves Kakarot in this story.

Chichi: I do.

Vegeta: *remains silent*

Chichi: AND JUST WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!
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