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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
- 7
- 8
Finally, I have finished!
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Saiyan Instincts

part VIII

by E. B. Midnight

Gohan sat on the floor in a wide hallway of his home surrounded by two boxes and piles of stuff.

Some items were a little dusty; his old textbooks with yellowing pages and frayed covers. A few toys from his early childhood that he could barely remember. A small picture with a dark brown frame of him and his parents. It was from his 11^th birthday, in the few days before their battle with Cell. Even though everyone was a little on edge, those nine days were blissful; some of the simplest and the most fulfilling he'd ever experienced in his entire life. After it was all over, as he and his companions stood atop of The Lookout, after Goku had said goodbye, Gohan felt in his heart, in that one heavy, silent moment, that he learned the meaning of life.

They say that life is a lesson and you only figure out the meaning when you are through, when you come to that door. Well the demi-saiyan now knew:

Life is only a series of moments and memories. Whether they are good or bad, or selfish or humble, boring or glorious – the act of experience is what matters. It is what you see flashing before your eyes right before you draw your final breath. The simplistic meaning of such a complex thing... is the greatest lesson to be learned in human existence.

That reverie made the saiyan's shoulders slump; a pressure in his chest.

He'd learned the meaning of life. So what else was there to do? The thought made his eyes sting with unbidden tears.

Reflexively his arm swung and smacked several of his belongings to scatter about. He winced as his hand hit something hard. He hissed and shook his hand, and stopped, as his eyes fell on the object of his pain – a telescope.

His mild injury forgotten, he picked up the black and white item and wiped the dust off. The memories came flooding back to him. His 11^th birthday. The first present he opened. And he had never used it.

He set the telescope down in his lap and breathed in deeply for a sigh, although it never came, as he coughed at a not so pleasant smell that greeted his senses. Looking, he wasn't sure at first. There were such random things... ah ha. Clothes.

They were dry and dusty. And they reeked. He unfolded the dark blue material and gasped when he held it up.

His battle garb from his fight with Cell. The one modeled after Piccolo's.

It was still torn, some parts shredded, never to be mended again. There were stains. Gohan slowly brought the outfit to his face, closed his eyes and breathed deeply, the smell not so overwhelming anymore. Blood and sweat filling his head, making it spin. For a moment he felt as high as a kite.

He drew away from the garment and caught his breath and shook his head. He sat there for a few minutes not being able to think clearly.

The sound of laughter and conversation drew his attention to a window across from him. He stood, still holding the ruined outfit, and went and looked out. Pan and Giru were playing in the front lawn of his mother's house across from his. Videl and Bulma engaged in an animated gossip session while Chichi brought out refreshments and joined them.

He gazed down at them for what seemed like a long time. He couldn't help but smile at the sight. His family was happy and safe. All in all, he had had a great life. Adventures, happiness, sunshine, rain, death and hardships, laughter and tears, fun and love. He had saved the world two or three times and lived to recall it. Lived to remember, lived to still feel it. He had experienced everything he felt that a human could. And again, his friends and family were happy and safe. What more could he ask for? Any human would give anything to have been through and have the numbers of amazing and terrible experiences he had. But he wasn't human. And he felt, now, that even after everything, there was still more to experience for him. For a saiyan.

He brought the smelly garment to his face once more, instinctively, eyes falling shut and breathing in deeply. Blood and sweat. It filled him, made his heart swell. He wanted it. Needed to experience it again.

He couldn't fight it.

He wept.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Another one of Bulma's parties at Capsule Corp.

A large feast inside with music and games. Fun lighting and merry laughter.

The eldest Son ate a sizable share yet he was unable to taste the rich cuisine. He also was not into the conversation. He kept to himself and spoke to no one. Most of the time he stared down onto his plate but not truly seeing it, all sounds around him turning into a buzz and a blur of color. One would dare to say he was moping or spacing out.

He felt hot and uneasy and out of place – seeing his friends and family enjoy themselves from afar as if he were standing in the corner. He may as well have been up at the Lookout gazing down onto the entire Earth. He shook his head and stood.

Outside, the air was less hot, cool and another clear night. He was thankful. The bright moon was only a waning crescent, but bright. He felt like it mirrored something inside of him.

He walked out the back door and around to the side of the building and gazed upwards. He found the most comfort in being outside at night, even when there was no moon. Being a saiyan, even if there was no moon, it was on the other side of the Earth and they could feel it – feel a subtle pull in their hearts, in their chests. During that particular phase, the demi could even feel it in his sleep and he sometimes felt the need to get out of bed and stand, pulled by the lunar presence.

He leaned heavily against the cold cement of the Capsule structure and closed his eyes, and began to feel calm, still, once more.

Suddenly, or maybe not so suddenly, he heard soft, slow footsteps carefully making their way toward him. His smile was instinctive and although whoever was nearing him was minimizing their power level, his body, his soul knew who those sounds belonged to.

His smile sturdy in place, he opened his eyes and saw his prince standing in front of him, not smiling, but his gaze was soft. Vegeta didn't need to smile. If you looked long enough and deep enough, you would be able to see his present emotion in those dark orbs and feel his energy.

The sight of the prince nearly made him burst. No one on this planet had ever made him feel so light, so substantial, so... so real.

If possible, his smile widened, and not caring who saw or who was around or who could feel, he stepped forward and placed his lips gently upon the smaller man's. Their eyes slid closed and he felt the pure-blood smile into their chaste display.

The kiss was slow and deep, Gohan slipping his tongue into Vegeta's mouth, exploring, feeling, gliding along his teeth and his gums. Breathing in deeply, their scent permeating their senses, rendering them unconscious of reality.

To him, Vegeta was the epitome of life made tangible against his skin.

Their noses rubbed gently as their kiss lingered on. It was deep, slow. So much intensity in such a simply sweet gesture. Their smiles never faltered as their lips moved, sucked teasingly, tasted lovingly. It felt like it lasted forever...

And then it was done. They pulled back, mouths still curved in contentment, they stared for a moment before the prince stepped aside and left for who knows where; Gohan's skin tingled he felt as though he would begin to giggle any second now.

Voices made him turn to see Pan, Videl and Giru heading inside the building from the large patio he was stationed at the edge of. He and Vegeta had been right here and they had been out here this whole time. And they hadn't even noticed them. Hadn't even been looking for him.

For a moment, everything in his chest felt heavy and then with startling quickness and intensity, his entire being felt alive. As if he had been biologically slumbering for his whole life long.

He turned to run and take off and being so caught up in the moment he promptly tripped on a flower pot and fell forward. Training kicked in and he caught himself with his hands upon the grass and something tumbled out of the breast pocket of his collared shirt...

His glasses.

He uprighted himself and stared down, shocked, as if he had never seen them before. And a very sudden thought burst into his mind and he gasped. And tossed his head back as he loudly laughed with fresh joy into the night.

He was in love.

His glasses were crushed and forgotten, as he stepped forward and launched himself into the night sky.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Gohan stood at the edge of an immense river, wide and dark, as evening turned into midnight over the land. His precious moon full once again and he felt his power swirling inside of him, a chemical concoction pulsating, bubbling, waiting. The stars were many and they gleamed, glittered against the deep night sky, the cool, crisp air flowing over his skin.

This night was identical of the one where he and his prince had their erotic nighttime encounter, many months ago. Oh how prophetic that meeting was, eventually sealing their fate, preparing them for this very moment, right now...

The dark haired Son stood at the river's edge in the gi that Kibito modeled after this father's once they had returned to Earth from the Kai planet. He was excited, he was alive and he wore the smile of a champion.

His breath was steady and his heart was alight.

His senses hitched and he turned and saw Vegeta standing some feet away from him, donned in his saiyan battle armor, with the most amazing look on his face that Gohan had ever seen. The princes' expression was very open, only the barest hint of a smile tugged at the corner's of his mouth, his dark eyes wide and bright. His stare bored into Gohan's, their gazes locked tightly, as if it were physically impossible to look away. Their energies overtook the wind, gently flowing and making the water of the river ripple, the leaves of the forest billow, the blades of grass sway.

They were happy.

Vegeta reached behind his chest plate, retrieving something and tossed it far away from.

A loud 'POOF” resounded in the silent clearing and the demi saiyan felt a wave of adventure wash over him completely.

A spaceship.

The prince turned back to his lover , his mate, the same amazingly open expression permanently set. This time, Vegeta smiled, honest, vulnerable and true. Gohan lovingly returned the smile.

He turned to look up to the moon one final time, burning the image of that powerful and magnificent orb into his mind. Breathing in deeply, he inhaled the smell of the Earth and all her natural beauty and savored his final moment with the cool wind brushing over the hairs on his bare arms, making his skin shiver.

Still smiling, he turned and went to board the ship with the prince, as they embarked on the numerous adventures that wait for them. The many discoveries to be made would be theirs. The whole universe was their home now. Never again would they ever have to wonder. And come what may, at the end of their lives, it could be said with truth, that they fulfilled their destiny, and followed their saiyan instincts.
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