Dark eyes regarded the difficult math on the paper beneath his large hands. One of the said appendages lifted from the paper and nudged his glasses back up the bridge of his nose with his knuckle as his eyes settled on the first problem Bulma had set him to solve in a desperate attempt to prove that he did not possess the intelligence that she did.

He spun the pencil around in his right hand to begin the first complicated problem, finishing it in a matter of seconds before her very eyes. Usually he would not want to agitate the blue haired beauty in such a way, but where his brain had been questioned, he felt the unusual need to prove himself.

Working on the third question, he mentally thanked his mother for the rigorous studying she had put him through as a child, and that at the age of twenty-five, he could confidently say that he could successfully solve any such math problem thrown at him.

Soon enough, he had completed the paper, much to the irritation of the woman seated in front of him who snatched the paper away, scrutinising the offending object hoping for even the smallest mistake in which she could pull the middle Son up on. No such luck.

"Are they all correct?" Gohan enquired politely, not wishing to annoy Bulma any further. She responded with a slight snarl - not unlike the one his mate often gave - and thrust the paper back at him before stalking out the room.

Gohan turned the paper over and began to idly doodle on the back, trying to pass by the time till his father and mate had finished sparring.

"What the hell are you doing boy?" The ebony haired young man yelped at the sudden husky voice, sending his pencil skidding across the paper leaving a heavy leaded mark in its path.

"Vegeta! I thought you were training with dad..." his words were abruptly cut off as the prince moved closer to where he was seated.

"Your father scurried home to your harpy mother after she threatened no meals for a month. Now are you going to answer my question?"

"I... uh... I was drawing some stuff after I finished that test that Bulma gave me..." he lifted the paper and showed the math to his mate, "She kinda stormed out when I got them all right..."

He was cut off again by the amused chucking that flowed from Vegeta's mouth. "You outsmarted her again then brat?" a nod gave confirmation "Well it looks like I had better reward you ne?"

In three quick strides he was next to his mates chair and pulling him up by his chin and firmly pressing their lips together. Gohan responded in a very suitable manner by brushing his tongue against the velvet pads pressed to his own, but was surprised to find Vegeta pull away and walk off into the adjoining living room.

What a tease!

He followed after his object of lust and found him stretched out on the sofa, his compact frame not quite reaching to the opposite arm on which his head was resting on.

Gohan let his dead weight drop on to Vegeta's thighs, and ignoring the blue language emitting from his mouth, picked up the remote control, and began on a quest to find something worth watching on the TV.

He very soon found himself on the floor after his irate lover found it fit to throw him off his abused legs and onto the ground below.

Vegeta cackled ruthlessly as he pulled himself into a sitting position directly behind his lover who was rubbing his abused behind.

Gohan attempted to sulk as he pulled himself onto the cushions next to Vegeta, unconsciously folding his arms across his chest in imitation of the stance that his prince so often took.

He soon gave up the pretence when he felt his lover's palms pressing flat against his broad shoulder, sending him down sideways to lie against the plush sofa.

Vegeta then pushed his lover back so that he could occupy the space in front and let the boy spoon up to him.

Gohan did so quite happily, nuzzling the hair at the nape of his lover's neck, his soft breath causing the man in front to shiver slightly.

They stayed that way for a while; contentedly watching the Simpsons on the television untill Gohan's voice broke the silence.

"Vegeta?"

"What?"

"Um... well you know... well you said that..."

"Hurry up with it boy."

"Sorry. I mean you said that Saiyans can get pregnant right?"

"Yes."

"Well... I mean..."

"You want a child?"

"Wha? Yes! I mean..."

"Don't stutter boy, If you want kids, then so do I."

"You do? With me right?"

"Of course with you, you baka? Did you think I wanted them with the blue haired harpy?"

"Sorry... well I was wondering how long you would be pregnant for." Vegeta's eyebrow shot up.

"Who said I was the one getting pregnant?" Gohan's eyes flew open from their comfortable closed state, as he comprehended just what his lover was implying. He needed to change the subject and fast.

"Vegeta, you need a shower."

Baka.