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Secrets	By : AnNiE4 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1484 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ nor am I making any profit from writing this.

Chapter List
- 1-Secrets
- 2-Chapter 2
- 1
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Rating: MA

Warning: Homosexual relationships, coarse language, violence, censored scenes,
attempted suicide, drugs, alcohol, male-pregnancy ( maybe ), alternate reality,
out of character and this can go on...

The old saying applies: don�t like / don�t read!

Pairings Vegeta / Son Gohan

Beta: Vegeta-sires

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ nor am I making any profit from writing this.

A/N: In Gohan�s pov.

�Secrets!�

Chapter 1

�What the HELL! Let me GO!� I
screamed at him with all the venom I had. I hated him. I could feel the rage
burning eating me alive. All the madness that had built over the past weeks was
threatening to surface, and it was all directed at
him.

�No! Calm down.� He pushes me back ever harder onto
the rough gravel. I hiss through the pain, still struggling to free myself from
his strong hold.

�Vegeta!� I try wrestling out from beneath him but he had pinned me and
wasn�t about to let me go. I couldn�t escape. Panic,
rage, confusion. I hate him. I
HATE him! I glared up at him, not holding back what was deep in my
heart. All the pain, all the heartache in my heart that
couldn�t be erased. I need it to end. I want it all go away. Why does he care?

�I said NO! Calm yourself NOW!� He growls at
me. It�s enough hearing the dangerous undertone in his voce, but it�s was his
eyes the way they were burning into me. To empathise, the fact that he was not
bluffing his grip tightens becoming unbearable. I squirm in pain beneath him.

Powering up I break through I rocket into the sky.
I�m free for a short time only to have him knock me back with all his force,
ploughing me into the ground below with rage. He�s pissed and I know why. His fingers dug dip into my already bruised
flesh. There no escaping. Defeated I sink back on the rough ground with my eyes
shut sobbing. Why? Why can�t he just leave me alone?

It sometime before I noticed his weight is no
longer on me. I blink opening my eyes and through the fog of tears I could see
him standing arms folded regarding me under that stone mask of his. His eyes
look like they are on fire, but there was something else that I could see
there. Something deeper that was unsettling. I look away. I despise who I am
and how I got here No-one could ever possibly understand.

�Get up.� commanded the prince. �I said get
UP!� I sighed, resigned to the fact that he wasn�t going to leave until he was
satisfied. Without looking at him I sit up and climb back to my feet still
shaky. Averting my eyes from him I dusted the dirt from my freshly torn jeans.
Just GREAT! My mum is going to kill
me. Maybe that�s not a bad idea. I glance over at him before quickly looking
away. �What do you think you are trying to accomplish with that LITTLE
act?�

I guess he was talking about my little fling back
there at the gay bar. I don�t suppose they�ll let me back there in hurry. Not
with him scaring the crap out of that guy back there and the small fact
that he just tore the place apart or that the front door was now non-existent.

�What�s it to you?� I growl. If he thinks he can
intimidate me he�s badly mistaken. It
irritated me no-end the way he thinks he can just push his way into my life,
expecting me to bow down to his every command. Well it won�t work. I�m not his
to toy with. Not anymore. �Go back to Bulma were you belong. I don�t
care! I don�t need you, asshole! I don�t fucking NEED YOU!� I scream. I
can feel the river banks bursting inside me releasing a flood of built up tears
that spill down my cheeks and mixing with blood. I can�t stand the way he looks
at me. Pity? No, no I won�t let him.

�Go Vegeta. It�s finished. Go home to Bulma. It
ends here� I�m tired. Go home!� I can hardly stand. I�m beaten. Turning
wearily, I bury my face into my hands and finally allowing all the exhaustion
of the last few months to show. I�m drained. I have nothing else to give. I
remove my hands, drained. One last sniffle escapes me. I look up through the
haze of tears at the midnight sky. I can�t look at him anymore. I just can�t. It hurts too much.

�Boy, �

�Go! It�s over.� I mumble walking away and off into
what remained of the forest around us. I can feel his eyes watching as I
disappear from his sight, but not from his radar. Not with that little gift he
gave me. That one-way bond, that�s killing me from inside.

�.

It is now completely dark and cold as I stumble
across the forest floor too tired to fly. I don�t have the strength. Mum would
be getting concerned. I suppose, knowing her, she�ll probably be waiting up for
me.

Smirking, I imagine her wrapped up in her pink spotted
dressing gown that was a mother day gift from us boys. She is sitting at the
kitchen table, her long hair braided and resting over her shoulder, anxiously
glancing between the clock and door. Warming her fingers
around a steaming hot cup of coffee, waiting for my arrival.

She�s probably debating whether to drag my dad out
of bed. I hope not. I really don�t
want to have to force any more lies out tonight. I don�t think I could make it
sound convincing. I can picture her concerned expression. It was a Friday night
and now that I�ve turned eighteen she can�t really stop me from going out. Not
that it has really stopped her before. If only she knew what her little
boy got up to under the evening sky. I can�t control the shiver that washes
over me with just that thought alone. I could never do that to her. Sometimes,
when I�m sitting across from her at the table, I just wish I could. The
need to express the pain that I�m feeling with someone else the need to cry on
someone else�s shoulders allowing the whole mess to unfold. It would be a great
burden off my shoulders. I feel like I�m going crazy inside.

I knew when I stepped into that bar that I was
asking for trouble, but I didn�t care. He made his choice and I was making
mine. It seems Vegeta is little over
possessive when it comes to what he see has his. But screw him! I�m my
own person. It was clear to me he had made his choice quiet clear. He had
promised me over and over as he made love to me all those nights under the
stars. I don�t know if making love would be a correct way of putting it.
Maybe, fucking my brains out would be a better description for it.

He had lied�That fucking lying basted!
It was all just an act, a ploy and I was stupid enough to fall for it. I should
have known better. I guess that makes me a complete fool. I was naive to
think he would give up what he has over at CC for a life with me. I don�t care,
and if I keep saying that maybe I will real believe it.

That�s what tonight was about. I wanted to get my
mind away from him. I wanted to move on in my own way. I wanted to erase him
from my thoughts. I wanted to flush out all those hot steamy sessions we had
together. The feeling of his taut powerful hot steamy body intertwined with
mine after one of our intense workouts. It was enough to make me go insane.

As I see it, I�m not beholden to him. I
don�t care what he says or what he thinks. It was him that had started this
whole mess. It was him that picked up my scent and followed me out into the wood
that night. It�s all his fault. He should�ve known
better than to go near me when I was in heat. That is all it was, wasn�t
it? It was just the heat talking. It
was just the passion of the moment that had captured me, right? That�s what did
this, gave me this mark on my neck. A mark that I have to constantly hide from
everyone I know�

The images of him that night still haunt me. The
sudden movement and having the wind knocked out of you as he tackled me hard.
The sharp impact as we both hit the ground hard ploughing both of us forward
and rolling down the hill wrestling and fighting until submitting beneath his
weight, both of us out of breath. The threaten growl that emanated against my
ear. The chill, the heavy rich musk scent that was quickly blocking all else
making it hard to think. It was everywhere, fogging my every sense. I was
overcome by the burning desire as it scratched and clawed at my scorching skin.
The desire in me was making itself known as it clawed its way to the surface
until I found myself purring.

The sudden overwhelming frenzy of
his hot slick naked skin rubbing, grinding up against me hard and fast. It was all too much. I was clawing at his back drawing blood,
shaking and growling for more. It wasn�t enough. I was frustrated with all the
intense feelings that were building. A lethal roar to the heavens and to anyone
nearby that might threaten his claim. He thrust deep hard with inside of me. Trembling my eyes had rolled back and I was shaking
violently as his teeth sunk deep piecing the hot flesh at the crook of my neck.
It was paralysing and blinding as I jolted and writhed uncontrollably beneath
him, exploding my hot salted seed between us as he took control. I had never
felt anything like it. It wasn�t just the hot liquid fire sex we had. There was
something else there. I know I felt it. It happened within a blinding pulse,
but I swear I felt it. It was a thread of something deeper stronger with
meaning. It was brief, but I definitely felt it.

That was over a year ago now and here I was, still
his lap dog his pet toy, and here I am left confused,
angry. That night he�d wrapped his possessively powerful arms and legs around
me, lying intertwined. Holding me, pinning me close, brushing
his soft moist lips over the sensitive mark, his signature, as I hovered among
the clouds. I was confused exhausted, scared even. It was a new sensation. I
felt so alive it was unbelievable. Sometime after returning from the mind
blowing orgasms I replayed what just happened as my conscious thoughts slowly
returned to me. The sudden rush of frozen images flashed in front of me and I
became terrified. What had just happened? Kami� Bulma? What have I let happen?

I scrambled to my feet but abruptly I found myself
pin under his eyes. Topping me with all his weight he forced me to look up at
him making it perfectly clear in his princely fashion, that in no uncertain
terms should anyone find about our little
caper. It was to be our little
secret, for now. He purred the last as his lips once again captured mine with a
little less fire than he had shown me before. Reassuring me that everything
will be fine. I just needed to keep quiet over this.

In my state of mind I could only agree with him.
Panic raced through every pore as I thought how in the hell could I
ever explain this to my folks? I had
just turned seventeen when that had happened. Dad would�ve killed him for sure
let along what my mother would tried to do to the prince of Saiyans
who took her precious baby. I would
have to be seriously daft to go home and tell them about what just took place.
I could just imagine it.

�Hey, mum and dad. You would never believe what just happened. Vegeta had just hunted me down
outside in the woods, before tackling me down to the ground where he proceed to fuck my BRAINS out. Look, see,
he even claimed me with his mark. And you know
what? It was fantastic!�

Nope. I couldn�t see that going down too well with
my �rents. Nor would it go down too well with anyone over at Capsule Corp. I
still can�t look Bulma in the eyes without feeling ashamed or guilty, and that
goes for Trunks as well. I�m sure they know something is up though, but Vegeta
insists that they don�t. Why can�t he just leave me alone? It�s not like
I asked for this. It not like he asked me if I wanted to be claimed.
Hell, I was dealing with the heat just fine before he arrived that night.

�Huh, yeah right!�

Who am I trying to kid? I was going crazy out of my freakin�
mind since the day it started. My nightly trips down to the
lake to cool off wasn�t working. I only had been on heat for three days
and I swear I felt like I was beginning to burn alive in my own flesh. I know
dad had become really worried and had gone to see the prince to find out what
he could do to help me. Well guess what dad? He found the solution!! Fucking marked
ME as his.

�Shit!� What a mess. I don�t care I�m going to move
on. Screw him! I can do this. I just need some form of distraction in my life.
I could see the kitchen light on through the trees. Mum�s awake.

As I steadily approach the house I can only imagine
what she�s going to say when she catch�s sight of me all bloody with my shirt
and jeans torn. I must look a sight. I head over to the barrow beside the house
filled with water. Hopefully I can wash some of this muck off. I don�t want to
make things any more worse than they already are.

I let the cold water splash on my face making sure
I clean what I can. Satisfied I�ve done what I could I lift up what left of my
t-shirt and pull it over my head. Damn the holes,
and it was one of my good ones too. I wipe my face dry. Arrg �that smarts.
I can feel that cut above my eye stinging. I know there is no way I can get out
of this. Once I had my shirt back on, damp as it was and with a heavy defeated
sigh I resign to meet my fate.

My mum.

...

�Gohan�� She stops what she must have planned to
yell at me and I watch as she stood and moved around the kitchen table. I
visibly cringe as she studies my face and my appearance. Ahh hell. Here we go. �What
happened?� Well, I wasn�t quite expecting that. I at least I thought she would
rip my head off first. She reaches to the cut above my eye and I flinch. The BIG baby I am when I�m around
my mum.

She frowns and lets her hand fall to her side as
she regards me looking deep into my eyes. Something I�m unable able to do since
that night back with Vegeta. The guilt the lies are ripping me apart. I shift
under her inquisitive stare and look elsewhere. The living room floor looks
good a place as ever to study. I can feel her eyes on me searching for answers.
I know the drill. Her frown would be deepening. She knows something is up. She
always does.

I say simply. �It was nothing, just a stupid fight.
I�m fine.�

�A fight? With who?� she asks fishing for answers.

�Nobody.� And he is� a
nobody to me now. With a frustrated sigh she moves over to the
cupboard above the sink and pulls out the ever famous Saiyanjin
first aid kit. Highly recommended for all those little cuts and abrasions one
gets when you�re horsing around with enough power to blow the world.

�Sit.� She orders. A command I know I can�t refuse.
I watch with some fascination as she readily tends to my cut with all the mother�s love under that frustrated look of her.
�So� does this nobody that you been
fighting with have a name?�

�Nope.� I say she frowns and stops what she doing. I try not to look away as
she studies me.

�Okaaaayy�� She
turns back and continues with her fussing. �It doesn�t look too bad.� No. It�s
probably not compared to what she has cleaned up in the past. �You�re lucky you
got home when you did. I was about to wake up your father.� No shock there. I can feel a talk about to
happen and I quickly become uncomfortable. �You know Gohan, your dad and I are
worried about you.� She stops and looks at me again reinforcing her concern
through her eyes.

�I�m fine mum.� She doesn�t believe me. I can tell.

�Fine. There. You�re done. Get yourself to bed.� She says as she cleans
up and turns from me. I can�t help feel the pain knowing I�m hurting her.

�Mum?� I stand up as she reaches up to put the kit
away. I can�t take it when she�s upset. I step behind her and wrap my arms
around her small waist. She sighs as I press my cheek against hers. �I love you.�

Another sigh as her hand reaching up and pats me on
the side of cheek affectionately. �I know you do. You�re my good boy. Now off to bed with you. It�s
late and your father wants you and him to go over to Master Roshi�s
in the morning for who knows what.�

�Okay.� I reach down and kiss her on the cheek before
heading off to bed and leaving her in the kitchen to do what she does best
these days, worry about me. I feel so guilty but there is nothing I can do. Not
without upsetting everyone concerned. Tired, sore and feeling miserable I strip
off and climb into bed not caring about the condition of my clothes or where I
discarded them. I let them drop to the ground.

I can feel sleep drawing me near before I even rest
my head on the pillow for the night. I succumb to it hoping and praying that
tomorrow will be a better day. I just need to be kept busy and away from
him, Vegeta. Then my world will be just dandy!

More lies...

TBC

A/N: A BIG thanks goes to my editor Vegeta-sire ;)

I�ve been going through some of my files deleting and
rewriting some of my more favourite stories I�ve written in the past. In this
one it�s all in Gohan pov. Unfortunately I can�t see
me getting around to anyone else pov, just a warning there ;) It�s just a little light fun I wanted to write ;)

You�ll find in this story trouble just seems to
follow our young demi Sayain with some help from
others ;)

The next chapter isn�t as longwinded as this might
seems but it fits in with the style of writing I did here. Anyhow, I hope you
got some enjoyment out of it. If anything it blows the time away hehe...

Thanks for reading ;)
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