Gohan squirmed under his gaze.

Good.

That's the way he liked it. That's how he understood that Gohan knew what he wanted.

Needed.

* Desired *.

Everyone around them could sense the electricity. The demi-Saiyajin seemed to be the only one who didn't. But he knew. He only chose to ignore it. Why? The intense predatory gazes that he received were unbelievable. They made him feel the same. But he refused to give into it. He'd rather play hard to get.

But it was only a matter of time before he would give in.

He knew that.

So did everyone else.

Even his predator.

Gohan, Trunks, and Goten were training out in the countryside on a nice Saturday afternoon. When they decided to call a break, a few moments later, Goku and Vejita dropped by.

" Hiya, Dad!" said Goten, now sixteen. " What's up?"

" We felt your ki's, and wanted to see how you guys were holdin' up," replied Goku. " Gohan's not beating you two up, is he boys?"

" Not yet," said Trunks jokingly, glancing at the older demi- Saiyajin. He tilted his head. Gohan's gaze downcast with a pink tinge to his cheeks? Sure, they were training hard, but a flush of energy would not look like that of shame. But he quickly glanced at his father, and he understood.

Gohan suddenly chuckled a bit nervously and regained his composure. " Well, I don't know. You two are pretty strong. Fuse, and I'd be battered up and lying in Bulma's operating room." He unconsciously took a deep breath and tried to calm his racing heart. He tried to distract himself with the others as they laughed, but his gaze still fell on him.

Vejita smirked, and Gohan immediately averted his eyes. Oh, yes, Gohan knew. But why he didn't accept it, the Saiyjin did not know. But Vejita vowed that he would have him, no matter what. He would claim the younger half-breed as his own.

That night, Gohan found that he could not sleep in his empty apartment in the huge city, and decided to visit the country from where he was born. The night was cool and clear and the moon touched the dancing trees in the most enchanting way. The demi-Saiyajin walked barefoot on the soft grass of the fields and inhaled the fresh air. Perhaps he could crash here for the night.

He lied at the side of a hill and looked up into the sky. The full white moon glowed brightly in the dark atmosphere, out shining even the brightest of stars. His eyes began to drift shut, but they widened in surprise at a very close and familiar ki.

Vejita landed softly behind Gohan and smirked as the startled demi-Saiyajin sat up straight.

" Good evening, Gohan," he said in a low voice.

" G-good evening, Vejita," stuttered Gohan and stood up in a rush. " What brings you out… here?"

Was he frightened? The Saiyajin smirked wider at the thought and added a short chuckle to it. The uncertainty and innocence sparked his blood. Victory would be bliss.

" You, Gohan. I came here to see you."

The demi-Saiyajin took a small step back. " Y-you did? What do you want?" Gohan knew that right after those words flew out of his mouth, it was * not * such a smart thing to do.

Vejita took a couple of steps forward. " I think you know. I think you've known for a long time now, Gohan."

The younger one took more steps back. " I… don't know what you mean. " The gleam in the Prince's eyes fed his fear. " What do I know?" A tree screened his back, and he found that he could go no further. His heart rate quickened as Vejita neared him ever so slowly, like a predator teasing his prey and prolonging the attack for its own sweet pleasure.

The Prince stopped several paces away from the demi-Saiyajin. " You know what I want from you. Why are you making this harder for the both of us?" He continued to walk, knowing that he had Gohan caught. He wouldn't dare to run. One step separated them, and Vejita just studied the other male appreciatively. His eyes greedily ran through every detail and his body ached to caress it. Gohan fidgeted.

"Are you afraid, Gohan? I wouldn't hurt you."

Gohan wasn't afraid of how Vejita was going to do this. He was afraid of * what * was going to be done, and its commitment. He was afraid that he might like it- hell, * love * it. He was afraid of how Vejita would react if he discovered his true feelings.

" I know," the demi-Saiyajim whispered, and looked down in resignation.

He felt heat against him and a soft caress on his cheek. Gohan looked up in surprise and found Vejita just inches away. Before he could say anything, his half opened mouth was captured in a fierce, hungry kiss.