In View

In View
One-Shot
Disclaimer: Me. No. Own.

Summary: Sometimes it’s not a good thing to always be around. Ever heard of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Well Gohan’s about to find out. Vg/Gh Yaoi

A/N: Only one change in the normal storyline, Gohan is about fourteen even though Bra is about to be born.


Gohan placed a tentative hand on Bulma’s rounded stomach, feeling slowly for a hint of hand or leg. Then an elbow or maybe a knee roved across Gohan’s hand and he jolted in delight and surprise.

“Isn’t it amazing.” He said laughing in glee.

“Don’t you think its weird?” Bulma asked, massaging her stomach.

“Nah, I went through the whole thing with Goten-chan, you know…including the mood swings and swollen ankles” Gohan replied grinning.

He patted Bulma’s stomach once more and then turning to grab his bag.

“Oh right…you must be the perfect older brother and son, Gohan-kun.” She sighed at Gohan’s turned head and then said wistfully, “Vegeta wants nothing to do with them until they can throw a punch; he won’t even look at me right now.”

Gohan shook his head ruefully. “I think you look beautiful, Bulma-san,” he said loyally, “You have that certain glow and you’re happy to have her, aren’t you.”

“Yes, yes of course,” Bulma said waving her hand, “but I can’t wait until the squalling beast comes out and I get my body back, you know?”

Gohan blinked at her before saying, “Ah…yes, well Bulma-san I must get going; Okaasan and Goten-chan are waiting for me back home.”

Bulma slowly got up and awkwardly laid her hand on his shoulder. “No, please stay; we’re having guests over for dinner and I’d love for you to meet-”

“Onna, what’s the baka’s brat doing here.” Vegeta snapped, entering the kitchen, where Gohan and Bulma were chatting.

Gohan bristled and murmured to Bulma, “Maybe it’s best if I go.”

Gohan turned and shouldering the bag started for the foyer. The slim fourteen year old shook his head in playful mirth as he heard Bulma snapping at Vegeta and him snapping right back. Those two would never change. Gohan entered the foyer and headed towards the locked doors. Frowning, Gohan scrambled for the spare set of keys he carried in his pocket whenever he came in visit the Briefs. He came up with lint, a piece of candy for Trunks, some more lint and finally, a set of keys. Drawing them out, Gohan jangled them for a second, before finding the right ones and placing them in the lock. He jiggled them into the lock and was about to twist them to the right, opening the door, but before he could a hard force slammed into him, knocking him into the hall.

Gohan opened his mouth in a silent gasp as his head hit the wall sharply. As it opened, something hard and wet was pushed into it. Gohan opened his eyes and stared into dark inscrutable eyes that were glaring at him…Vegeta.

He was…he was kissing him.

Gohan made a small sound of disbelief and fisted the back of Vegeta’s shirt in struggle. Vegeta growled inaudibly and pushed his mouth on Gohan’s again, this time prying his mouth open and exploring his mouth, touching his teeth, gums, tongue before darting away and roughly claiming another part of Gohan’s mouth.

Finally, Vegeta broke the kiss, only the sound of Gohan’s rough, panting gasps filling the air.

“Ve…Vegeta…”

Gohan trailed off as Vegeta attacked his neck with kisses that were really more like bites. Pulling down his shirt and revealing tantalizing skin, Vegeta swooped down Gohan’s throat, leaving small, but painful red marks. He reached Gohan’s collarbone and paid lavish attention to the hollow of his throat, scooping up the sweat that had accumulated there with his tongue swirling sensually. Gohan gasped again, breathing harder as Vegeta sucked hard on the skin between his neck and shoulder, a red flush spreading across the creamy skin.

Vegeta darted upwards again and kissed Gohan again and this time, caught in the passion of the act, Gohan tentatively pressed his lips back. Gohan timidly flicked his tongue into Vegeta’s mouth, just touching his inner lip; then Gohan quickly fled back into his own mouth.

It was awkward…

It was the feeling of teeth clacking on teeth as both shivered into the kiss; it was the short bursts of air Gohan was getting as he kept turning his head to the side and Vegeta kept roughly dragging it back; it was the hotness…the wetness… Gohan squirmed under Vegeta and finally, bit Vegeta’s tongue frantically. Vegeta hissed and snaked his tongue out of Gohan’s. Relieved, Gohan closed his mouth, intending to end the kiss.

Vegeta on the other hand, had no such similar thoughts. With a growl, he nipped, sucked and bit his way back into Gohan moist cavern, turning it into more of a battle than a kiss. Finally Gohan whimpered, groaning, and willingly opened his mouth, letting Vegeta’s rougher then normal tongue find its way into his entrance. Smirking, Vegeta slowed them both down until the press of lips upon lips resembled something more like a kiss, tongues twining together ardently.

At last, Vegeta stopped commandeering Gohan’s mouth and disengaged himself slowly, lips parting leisurely. Gohan even found himself leaning forward before he could shake himself and stop. Vegeta smirked and pressed right into him, breathing hotly on his left cheek, scrutinizing him carefully.
“Stay…awhile.” Vegeta said, slowly running his hands down Gohan’s lithe form, stopping for an instance to cup Gohan’s crotch, making him pant.

“I…I”

Vegeta cruelly and distastefully ground his hips against Gohan’s smaller ones roughly. He leered as he found what he was looking for and pressed inwards harder, the sharp angle of his hips clashing with Gohan’s still maturing ones.

“For dinner maybe, like the Onna invited you.” Vegeta said thoughtfully.

“Why…?” Gohan murmured, not paying any attention to what was happening and instead focusing on the white paint over Vegeta’s shoulder.

“Well, the day could get even more interesting.” Vegeta placed another bite on Gohan’s shoulder and then tugged the shirt back up.

“Yes…?” Gohan said dazedly, not sure to what he was agreeing to.

“I’ll tell Bulma to set another plate.” Vegeta snorted and let Gohan go.

Gohan slid slowly to the ground, his body limp and boneless. He numbly watched Vegeta sway out of the room, back into the kitchen. He rasped quietly in the calmness of the foyer, trying to slow down his heartbeat and control his libido.

Stay…stay for dinner?
…

An hour later, Gohan was sitting between Vegeta and an old bespectacled man with an ascot. He stared directly at the food on his plate, chewing each bite thoroughly before swallowing. He absolutely refused to acknowledge Vegeta warm sensual presence to his right.

That was probably why he was so surprised when Vegeta’s hand found its way to his crotch.
Gohan paused, fork halfway to his mouth, eyes wide. Slowly, stealthily, Vegeta’s hand moved to the top of his jeans and unbuttoned them, then Gohan heard and felt the faint whisper of his zipper being eased open and his boxers being shoved downwards. Gohan struggled, writhing around Vegeta’s hand, trying to get him out, but all served to do was pull his boxers down farther and unfortunately, make Gohan, himself, harder.

Vegeta rested his hand on Gohan’s warm, lean stomach for an instant and Gohan began to relax; noticing the stares of the other diners, he managed a half-smile and brought his fork up to his mouth to take a bite. He just prayed Vegeta would move his hand…and that his erection would fade before he needed to get up.

“What…what are you doing?” Gohan whispered faintly.
Vegeta didn’t even look at him. He just continued to shovel food into his face, even as his hand began to move in small circles on the base of Gohan’s cock, making Gohan buck against the table.

“I don’t know.” he answered.

His hand moved downwards to finally properly grip Gohan’s cock.
“Well stop!” Gohan hissed frantically, letting his fork clatter loudly to the plate, and pushing his right hand under the table to pull at Vegeta’s.

Instead, Vegeta forcibly grabbed his hand, pulling it nearer and intertwined the two hands. Still eating peacefully, Vegeta started moving his and Gohan’s trapped hand along Gohan’s straining cock, pumping in an even rhythm. He was…no one had ever done this to him before. Gohan closed his eyes and tried to fight the liquid warmth that was settling in the pit of his stomach…tried to stop from screaming…tried to keep from bucking into those hands…tried to remember that there were people at the table including Bulma-san herself…tried to care about that.

“You don’t seem to mind…” Vegeta exhaled

“Well,” Gohan tried to be flippant, even though every word was a soft moan, “I’m fourteen; it doesn’t take much to turn me on.”

“Really,” Vegeta purred.

He forced Gohan’s hand to travel over his slit and scoop up some pre-come making Gohan jerk helplessly and groan loudly.

“Gohan-kun, dear, are you alright?” Bulma, with her pregnant belly sticking forward prominently, looked concerned, as did several other guests.

Gohan stared at her, face flushed, bucking unnoticeably and right hand, compulsorily jerking himself off. How was he alright? He was cheating on Bulma-san…on Trunks…on that unborn baby…

“I’m fine Bulma-san, just a little ti…”-his breath hitched-“tired.” Gohan arched slightly as Vegeta traveled over a particularly sensitive part.

Bulma smiled, looking at him strangely and slowly went back to her dinner. Gohan watched her and then turned back to the problem at hand…literally.

Vegeta was now spreading his pre-come along Gohan’s hard shaft leisurely, enjoying every twist, half-curl, buck and scream Gohan had to bite off as he grew nearer and nearer to completion.

“So,” Vegeta said conversationally, as if his hand wasn’t on Gohan’s cock, “You must have done this before.”

Gohan looked at him blankly, sliding down in his seat.

“You know, wank, jerk off, whatever you call it; you seem used to it…who did you picture doing it?”
Vegeta sped up as he talked.

“Krillean…Yamcha…Piccolo?”

Vegeta gave Gohan’s cock a particularly vicious twist.

“Or perhaps…well, I didn’t know you went for that sort of thing, but your fath-”

Gohan’s head snapped towards Vegeta’s, head lifted, eyes blazing in anger.

“Fuck you, bastard.”

Then he stiffened, arched upwards involuntarily and came, hot and sticky into Vegeta’s and his bound hands, ruining his boxers. He stifled a cry, letting it come out in a half-strangled cough instead. His hips kept jerking erratically into their hands and helplessly, wanting to cry and not being able to, Gohan laid his blushing face on the cool table, hoping no one would notice. Through it all, Vegeta stroked him soothingly …almost lovingly.

Finally, Gohan’s cock began to soften and he was blearily able to lift his head from the table. Thankfully, there hadn’t even been a lull in the conversation. As Gohan sat there only half-awake in his post-orgasmic bliss, he felt Vegeta wipe both of their hands, pull up his boxers, and zip and button him, before removing his hand and calmly reaching for a glass of wine with the same hand that had, only a moment ago, been covered in come.

Gohan blinked stupidly at Vegeta’s hand, watching the muscles and smelling the distinct scent of sex on it, before Vegeta lilted the glass at him and winked.

“You made a mess in your pants.” He whispered seductively.

Disgustingly, that made Gohan’s cock twitch.
…

Gohan stared out the window at the moon filled night. Without his tail, he only felt a yearning compulsion, but he didn’t change into a full-fledged monster. The rest of dinner had passed without fuss and afterwards, Bulma had taken one look at his pale and tired face, and hustled him to a bed, under protest. The truth was Gohan didn’t have the heart to tell Bulma the real reason he looked sickly, because well…the reason itself was an enigma.

Gohan lowered his head back on the soft pillow. He was worn out, both mentally and physically. Gohan turned over and whimpered into his pillow, burrowing under the covers. He breathed deeply into the scented pillows, the aroma overwhelming his senses. Gohan closed his eyes and began to relax.
Then the door opened.

Gohan, who had been subconsciously listening for it, bolted upwards. He jerked away when he saw Vegeta leaning suavely on the doorframe.

“Get…get away from me.” Gohan stuttered, pulling his blankets.

Vegeta snorted, “Please Gohan, don’t be idiotic. Do you really think I’ll just leave after what happened at dinner?”

Gohan snarled and lighting up in his Super Saiyan form in an instant, he burst upwards and sped out the door, trying to avoid Vegeta. Vegeta, unfortunately for Gohan, was a lot faster. Bleeding into his Super Saiyan form, he grabbed Gohan around the waist as he passed and held him here firmly.

“Let go!” Gohan yelped, squirming in Vegeta’s possessive grasp.

“Not likely…” Vegeta locked the door and carried the protesting boy back to the bed, dumping him ungracefully onto it. Gohan shot up again, but this time, Vegeta sat directly on top of the smaller boy, straddling his hips, rendering him immobile.

“Please…” Gohan cried weakly.

Vegeta stopped unbuttoning Gohan’s shirt and scrutinized him, “Giving up; I thought you were upset at me…and yet…” Vegeta gestured downwards.

Gohan snarled and threw a punch aimed at Vegeta’s face, wrestling with him. Unfortunately, he had a disadvantage and Vegeta soon had him trapped with both his arms pinned over his head with one hand.

Both were panting heavily from their silent scuffle when Vegeta next spoke, “Will you relax?”

“What? …No! Let go!” Gohan tried to buck him off, but grimaced when he felt Vegeta’s hardening cock and saw his smirking face.

“You’re being redundant.” Vegeta said stroking down Gohan’s lithe body slowly.

Vegeta ran his hand over Gohan’s jean-clad waist and again cupped his crotch. Then he ran his hand up Gohan’s chest and gradually continued unbuttoning his shirt. Gohan glared and twisted, making Vegeta rip the shirt instead of easing it off. Sighing, Vegeta pulled off the rest of the shirt and threw it to the side.

Then he slid off his own shirt and tossed it over with Gohan’s. Vegeta leaned down and latched onto Gohan’s nipple, suckling it harshly. Gohan whined in protest, but jerked forward involuntarily. Vegeta trailed his tongue down Gohan’s smooth stomach, pausing at his navel and then swooping downwards to brush at his pants.

Tantalizingly, he pulled them downwards along with his boxers and pushed them to the end of the bed along with his own. Gohan squirmed again, this time in embarrassment, but Vegeta just grinned nastily.

“Having fun?” he asked, tweaking Gohan’s nipple.

“No…I- stop…” Gohan ended in a whisper.

Vegeta snorted and gestured downwards, “Not when you’re enjoying it so much.”

Gohan opened his mouth to retort but was cut off by the intrusion of two of Vegeta’s fingers in his mouth.

“Make them wet.” He encouraged, but Gohan made a muffled noise and tried to move his head to the side. Finally Vegeta took them out with an exasperated sigh.

“Just…tell me why.” Gohan pleaded, completely helpless.

Vegeta regarded him silently, before slipping his two fingers behind Gohan’s cock and shoving them into his virgin entrance one at a time. Gohan went uncannily still at the invasion and unbidden tears sprang to his eyes. Unconsciously, he tried to twist away from the odd and painful sensation, but ended up hurting even more when Vegeta slammed his fingers even farther in and Gohan realized that it might just be easier to stay still. He began sobbing quietly, convulsing with every second that Vegeta kept his fingers inside him.

“It’s…it’s nothing personal. Just Bulma.”

He started thrusting his fingers erratically as he kept talking, “She’s been…like that for months now and it’s repulsive to look at her, much less have sex with her.”

He twisted the fingers, making Gohan bit his lip, “I was going crazy; I needed to fuck someone. And then…you were just there, standing right in front of me”-Vegeta thrust hard-“flaunting yourself and wearing whatever it is…those tight jeans-”

Gohan tried to interrupt, “I…I didn’t.”

“It’s not you brat. I feel absolutely nothing for you;”-Vegeta added a third finger and Gohan jerked at his hands uselessly in response-“it’s just…lust. If you hadn’t arrived, I would have bent Trunks over a chair sooner or later.”

Gohan twisted away disgustedly and pulled at his arms again. This time they came free and Gohan got in one good punch before Vegeta grabbed both of his arms again.

“This is going to happen whether you want it to or not,” Vegeta commented coolly, “I’d rather you were willing, since it’s less of a hassle and right now I want a good, hard, fast fuck, but I you want”-Vegeta slammed all three fingers in viciously and Gohan felt something dribble out of his entrance-“I can make this hurt…a lot.”

Gohan stared at him with wide scared eyes and then nodded once. Vegeta looked at him and released his hands, letting them drift to Gohan’s sides.

“Now, now don’t be scared…” Vegeta leaned down and nibbled on Gohan’s earlobe, making him whimper pathetically.

Smirking, Vegeta slipped his three fingers out of Gohan’s still, panting form. He ran his wet fingers along Gohan’s right inner thigh, relishing in the soft shudders racking his body. Vegeta stopped when he reached the back of Gohan’s knee. He lifted the leg upwards until it was bent. Then he positioned himself properly and looked upwards, locking his eyes with Gohan’s hazy one’s.

Vegeta leaned in to whisper, his breath ghosting Gohan’s ear, “Look at my eyes; I don’t want you to forget who I am.”

Gohan shuddered again and Vegeta, without waiting for an answer, thrust inwards with one smooth stroke. Gohan arched and opened his mouth in a silent scream, ever mindful of the people right next door. His arms reached out and found Vegeta’s shoulders, touching them uncertainly.
His eyes remained locked with Vegeta’s.

Vegeta gave Gohan a second to adjust before pulling out and thrusting roughly again. Immediately the grip on his shoulders intensified. Gohan kept still as Vegeta sped up and thrust inside him regularly, only the tight or relaxed grasp on Vegeta’s shoulders signifying any pain. His back was aching and he had an unpleasant feeling of fullness that Gohan kept squirming to get away from…even so, he kept his eyes locked on Vegeta’s; he was right, it wouldn’t do for him to forget.

Finally Vegeta paused. For a moment, Gohan thought he was coming and stiffened in preparation, but all Vegeta did was change his angle and thrust deeper; almost immediately hot and wild fire lanced through-out Gohan’s body as Vegeta touched…touched something that was so…so…overwhelming. Gohan’s toes curled tightly as coiled himself around Vegeta and threw back his head, moaning wantonly.

Kami, he wasn’t in pain anymore. He was…was in ecstasy and that heady mix of pain and pleasure was washing over him again and again and he had no idea what Vegeta was doing but…Gohan bucked into him, meeting Vegeta’s hips with a clash and sending that absolutely exquisite feeling of throbbing torture from the pain in his backside and bliss from whatever Vegeta was doing down his body, making him tremble and close his eyes tightly trying to savor the feeling.

Instantly, Vegeta snarled gutturally, and yanked Gohan’s hair cruelly, making his eyes snap open.

“Keep looking.” He puffed into Gohan’s neck, licking away the sweat he found there.

Gohan whined under his breath, and tore his eyes away from what Vegeta was doing to his neck, focusing on his eyes. Looking into them made him gasp with fright and uncontrollably buck upwards again. Vegeta gaze was intense, like an animal trying to control himself from attacking. An animal that could rip you to shreds and…Vegeta thrust in again, particularly viciously. This time, Gohan actually cried out loudly from the confusing mix of ache and rapture. He couldn’t tell which one was more overpowering; hell he couldn’t tell which was worse. Was it wrong to feel pleasure from something so bad…something he didn’t want?

Vegeta’s hands raked down Gohan’s lithe body making him twist towards the probing fingers as they explored the arc of his slim neck, the planes of his small chest, and the curve of his hips. He felt Gohan quiver in delight with each touch, bite, and kiss that Vegeta laid on his body. Finally he spread his fingers along Gohan’s hard, leaking shaft and began leisurely stroking it.

Gohan gave a half-shriek and writhed on top of the bed, practically throwing the two off it. Vegeta quickly grabbed and steadied the younger boy.

“Shh…” he panted placating him.

“How can I keep…” Gohan broke off, groaning.

“I said, quiet.” Vegeta slid one hand up and down Gohan’s body while the other steadily pumped, bringing Gohan closer and closer to completion.

Vegeta kept stroking Gohan’s cock and drove even harder into Gohan’s entrance until both were slicked with sweat and Gohan’s breath was coming in short rasps. Finally, Gohan’s small body couldn’t take it and his slim form convulsed. He arched into Vegeta, raising both of off the bed; he came hard and fast, spurting onto his stomach leaving him drained and dazed.

Vegeta felt Gohan tighten around him and slammed into him twice more before swallowing Gohan’s short scream with a brutal and coming himself. Gohan torpidly felt the odd feeling of Vegeta’s seed spill inside him and sighed as he pulled his softening cock out and collapsed onto top of him.

Only half-awake, Gohan snuggled up into the hard body above him, only slightly loosening his grip on Vegeta’s shoulders. Gohan closed his eyes and eased into the mattress, going completely limp. His breathing evened out from its previous hitching gasps and he soon fell asleep among the mess from the night’s activities.

Slowly, Vegeta’s arms encircled his body and breathed into his hair, smelling Gohan’s unique scent mixed in with sweat and come. Vegeta smirked into Gohan’s dark spiky hair. For the first time, pure sweet Gohan smelled entirely of sex; offhandedly, Vegeta thought of what Gohan’s mother would say if she saw him in this debauched position, legs and arms spread and curled around Vegeta’s form, lips bruised and open, stomach sticky…

Vegeta rolled his eyes as Gohan whimpered in his sleep and clutched him tighter, rolling them both to the left. Vegeta held him closer on the verge of sleep himself.

“Remember kid,” he yawned, sinking his head into Gohan’s soft hair, “You…you were just in view.”

The End.