The faint silver-laced light of the new moon floated down through the darkened atmosphere of Earth, delicately weaving between clouds and tree leaves, through panes of clear class, to rest on the face of a quite exhausted prince. He was at this moment curled up around a younger member of his species, their tales wrapped loosely about each other. The soft sounds of breathing greeted the light in a playful manner, inviting it to dance along the sides of the two men who slumbered so soundly in the wreckage that had, but few hours before, been a bed.

This dance of light and air was the only movement in this corner of earth, the crickets having long since retired to their own abodes. And so the night would have passed, had not something startling happened.

In the room where the two men slept, there was a flash of honey-golden light, awakening the prince from his -quite delightful-dreams of his companion.

"Kakkarot!" The prince exclaimed, not a little surprised. Seeing the father of his bed companion while he was in this state was more than a little disconcerting. Especially since said father wasn't supposed to know of the . . . relationship.

"Oh, hi Vegeta!" The other man said, "I wasn't expecting to see you here. I came to talk to Gohan-I'll just be a minute."

Vegeta watched in stunned disbelief as the larger man walked around to Gohan's side of the wreckage, a smile on his face as though he hadn't noticed that his son was naked in bed with another man. But soon this disbelief was swept aside by something even more unbelievable, as the young man was awakened in quite an. . . intimate manner.

"Oh, nnnnnDaddy," Gohan murmured, raising himself slightly to recapture his father's lips, their tongues doing an interesting version of the Three Minute Waltz. After an unforgettable space of time, Goku spoke again.

"Sooo," kiss, "how'd it" nibble, "go?" Lick, lick, bite, kiss.

"Hmmm, wellll," replied his son. "he said that, oohhhhh, uh, he couldn't decide, ahhh, between the two-oooo of uh-us but since we were both, uuhhnnn, taken for a while it wa-ahhhhhhzzzzzz a moo-ooooh!-t point. You know, that whole, mmmmm, dishonor thing. But thennnnnn, I ditched Videl, soo-Oh! He chose me. . ." Gohan's voice stopped as his mouth and his father's were once again involved in more personal conversation.

After yet another unforgettable moment-during which time Vegeta was finding himself disconcertingly aroused-Goku pulled back, standing once more. Gohan, deprived of one cuddle toy, merely turned around and buried his face on the princely chest beside him. Vegeta looked from one Son to the other, embarrassed, confused, and turned on beyond words. He watched as the older of the two walked over to the window, obviously choosing to fly back instead of leaving the way he came. Just before he left, however, he turned back.

"Oh, and Gohan?"

"Yes Daddy?"

"Good job."

"Thanks Daddy."

And then off he flew, leaving behind a speechless-and still turned on-prince, and a blissfully happy young man. Vegeta didn't know what to think. Which was good, since he passed out a few moments later.

In the following days, Vegeta decided that the encounter that night had been nothing more than a strange dream. So, when Gohan casually mentioned that his mother was going to visit her father for a week, Vegeta thought nothing of it.

Which, to make a long and intricate story short, is how Vegeta found himself bound to a rather large bed with ki-cuffs strangely similar to those he had used on Goku while in his Majin-self. Above him stood two beautiful and very naked Sons discussing his fate as though he wasn't even there.

"Really, Daddy," said the younger, "I think we should do the hot fudge sundae thing first. We could be so much more. . . artistic. . ."

"That's true," replied his father, "But you know how good he looks in red. And besides, there's always room for J-E-L-L-O!"

"AARRGGGHHH! You Bakas!" The prince interrupted. "Stop talking about me as if I weren't here." For indeed, few things annoy royalty more than being ignored. "I am your prince, I will decide!"

The two looked down at him, the novelty of the suggestion amazing them.

"Well then," Goku purred, leaning down and trailing a finger down his chest. "Which would you prefer, my prince?"

Vegeta looked up at Gohan, whose tail was weaving about in mild curiosity. "Boy," he began, "You are right to have considered artistry. But is there not more artistry to be gained with a wider pallet, with perhaps more media at your disposal?"

Gohan grinned, understanding immediately. "Yes, of course, you are correct, Your Highness," he said. And then, two twin blurs set about . . . dressing their prince.

In the end, all Vegeta could think was How did they get Jiggler molds in Saiyago?, as he looked down to see his name in cherry flavor on a primer of whipped cream, punctuated with hot fudge and maraschino cherries.

But even that thought was cut off, as Goku declared, "Yippie! It's time for dessert!"

First they slurped off the Jello, sharing each piece, which meant that each time they ended up licking each other's lips "to make sure they got it all." Then the whipped cream, hot fudge, and tying of cherry stems into knots with only their tongues. By the time tongues started to taste skin, this display had gotten their prince quite excited. As the tongues worked their way up, down, in, out, all around, and then some, Vegeta steadily lost touch with reality, his awareness constricting down to the two tongues, two tails, and four hands which were teasing him with such excruciating pleasure.

At some point, the two tongues each met his with infuriatingly gentle caresses. Back and forth they would trade, one tongue then the other. Finally, one tongue managed to find its way down to where, in Vegeta's thoughts, a tongue should have long since been. At about this same time, he felt his bonds removed, though he was too far removed from reality himself to really care. Up he was pulled as someone settled behind him, and then something slick was teasing at his entrance. This something left to be replaced by two somethings, which found that ever sought for Oh My! spot within.

Vegeta whimpered as the two delightful somethings left and the tongue left its proper place, but gasped as he felt something warm and oh so deliciously tight envelop him, a moan answering him from in front. Then something much larger than the previous somethings entered him from behind, and for just a brief moment, Vegeta was sure he was about to die.

"Oohh," he said weakly-for at that point Vocal Control had left the building to get drinks with Inhibition and the Reality brothers.

There was a moment of stillness, and then the one in back started moving. Soon the room, house, indeed, even the backyard, was filled with the cries of three very happy Saiyajins.

"Oh, Daddy! Your Highness!"

"My Prince! My Boy!"

"Oh, you fucking Sons!"

"Hnnnn, Yeesss!"

On and on, stronger, faster, and louder, until a three voice canon of roars signaled the climax of this particular dance.

A few hours later, when Vegeta's senses stumbled drunkenly back in the door, he opened his eyes to find himself wrapped tightly between two very cuddly warriors.

Hn, he smirked. It's good to be the Prince.