It had been two days since he had been told, but Gohan was still in shock. His mind just didn’t want to accept the fact that Vegeta was pregnant. He was a man. Men did not get pregnant.

Well, apparently, Saiyan men do, he thought to himself. And you’d better start getting used to the idea, because in four months you’re going to have a new son or daughter.

Gohan sighed, wishing that Saiyan babies were carried for nine months like human children, rather than just four. It would give him more time to adjust.

He sighed again, flopping down on the couch and rubbing his temples. Vegeta was pissed off at him, so he was still having to sleep in the living room. He finally had a true mate, but he’d only been allowed to have sex with him twice.

Well, three times, if you count when I was thirteen and raped him, Gohan thought. He didn’t like thinking about that though.

He was jerked out of his thoughts by the doorbell. “Coming!” he yelled, getting up and opening the door. His jaw dropped in shock at the sight before him.

“Gohan!” Chi-Chi snapped, putting her hands on her hips as she glared at him. “I just heard about you and Videl. What did you do?”

“Um. I-“

“Never mind! It was probably something stupid. Don’t worry, I’ll tell you what to do to get her back.”

“Who said he wanted her back?” a voice growled from behind Gohan.

The half Saiyan turned to see that the entire household had suddenly appeared in the living room. Vegeta was glaring at Chi-Chi, his tail, which had recently changed from brown to a vivid scarlet, swaying behind him. He had despised the woman ever since she had decided her grief was more important than raising her younger son.

“Why wouldn’t he want her back?!” Chi-Chi snarled, glaring right back.

“She left me because she found out that I wasn’t really in love with her,” Gohan said before his mother and mate could get into a shouting match.

“Of course you really love her. What are you talking about?”

“No I don’t, Mom. She’s gone, and I have a true mate now.”

“What do you mean you have a true mate? Who?” Chi-Chi demanded. Gohan wordlessly pointed to Vegeta.

Chi-Chi screamed in rage, glaring at Vegeta murderously. “I can’t believe this! You somehow managed to turn both of my children gay!”

“I did not turn them gay, woman!” Vegeta yelled. “If anyone did, it was you! They probably ended up afraid of females because they had to deal with a tyrannical madwoman like you!”

“How dare you!?!” Chi-Chi shrieked, pushing Gohan out of her way and stalking toward the Saiyan prince. She pulled back her arm and slugged him across the jaw.

Everyone stared in shock as Vegeta fell back on his ass, blood trickling from the side of his mouth. He slowly wiped the blood and gracefully got to his feet. Chi-Chi backed away, wide-eyed, as he calmly walked up to her.

He grabbed the slightly taller woman and flung her over his shoulder. Then he went to the door and literally threw her out. “And don’t ever come back here, you witch!” he shouted before slamming the door closed.

“Ve-Vegeta...” Gohan stuttered. He had known that his mate’s power level was unusually low, but he had had no idea that it was low enough for Chi-Chi to actually be able to hurt him.

“What?!” he snarled, glaring at him. His eyes glittered with fury and his tail snapped back and forth.

“N-nothing.”

“That’s what I thought. I’m going to take a shower. I’ve got that filthy woman’s stench all over me.” He stormed out of the room, grumbling to himself.

“Dad, how come Grandma was able to hurt Vegeta?” Pan asked.

“Yeah. What happened?” Bra asked, looking extremely distressed. She absolutely adored her father and didn’t like the thought of him being hurt.

“I don’t know,” Gohan said, worried.

“I do. Saiyan babies feed off of energy. Because of this, Papa’s power level is somewhere between Chi-Chi’s and Krillin’s,” Goten explained. He refused to call Chi-Chi “mom”. He only had one parent, and that was Vegeta.

“Oh,” Gohan said, blinking. “Well, that explains why he’s so mad at me.”

Vegeta stood under the shower spray, his head tilted and his eyes closed. The high gravity he liked to train under had never been able to flatten his spiky, raven hair, but the water had no trouble doing so. With his head tilted back, the thick, almost fur-like locks nearly reached his waist.

His eyes snapped open and he mentally cursed himself for not paying attention when someone else stepped into the shower and grabbed him around the waist. Gohan nuzzled his neck, his tail wrapping around his thigh.

“Get away from me!” Vegeta snapped, trying to struggle from his grasp.

“No,” Gohan murmured, his voice husky. He grabbed Vegeta’s tail, stroking it and admiring the new color. “That’s such a pretty shade of red.”

Vegeta growled, and jerked away from him, taking his tail from the other man’s hands. He glared at him, his breathing heavy with rage. “Do you even know what a scarlet tail means?” he hissed.

“No,” Gohan said, looking confused.

“It’s proof that I have a mate and that I’m the submissive one!” he snarled, clearly not happy with that fact. “Only the submissive partner would end up pregnant. My tail is going to be red for the rest of my life. If there were any other Saiyans, I’d kill myself out of humiliation!”

“Oh. Well, then, I guess it’s a good thing there aren’t any other Saiyans,” Gohan said, pulling Vegeta against him and kissing him. He once again grabbed and stroked the tail until the smaller Saiyan went limp against him. It really was a very pretty shade of red. A vivid scarlet that caught the eye.

Gohan broke off the kiss and spun Vegeta around, pulling his hips back so he would have to brace his arms against the shower wall to keep from falling. Vegeta glared at him over his shoulder. Gohan just grinned as a truly wicked idea formed in his mind.

Using one arm to hold Vegeta in place, he quickly soaped up his own tail. Then, without warning, he thrust it deeply into his mate. Vegeta gasped, his eyes widening at the strange sensation of soapy fur rubbing inside him.

Gohan moaned as he moved his tail in and out. He knew his tail was extremely sensitive, but he hadn’t expected it to feel this good to him.

Vegeta squeezed his eyes shut, his cheeks flushed with pleasure. He wanted to hate Gohan for doing this to him, making him feel weak and out of control, but he couldn’t. He didn’t want to admit it, even to himself, but sometimes it felt nice not having to constantly be in control.

He couldn’t help whimpering slightly as Gohan removed his tail. Then he cried out as his mate replaced it with his hard length. He shuddered, loving the delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. Suddenly, Gohan began stroking his tail, his own, soapy one caressing Vegeta’s erection. Vegeta’s capacity for rational thought instantly disappeared.

Gohan powered up to super Saiyan level two, slamming into his little mate as hard as he could. A nagging voice in the back of his head told him that he shouldn’t be doing this with Vegeta’s power level so drastically lowered. He ruthlessly shoved the thought aside. Vegeta hated being considered weak. If he held back, he would take it as an insult.

Vegeta was panting heavily, his mind reeling from the sensory overload. He cried out, arching his back, as Gohan climaxed, triggering his own orgasm. Then he passed out.

Gohan gathered the suddenly limp Saiyan in his arms, gazing at him with a look of tenderness and fierce protectiveness. He continued to stroke the lovely tail, liking the color even more now that he knew it signified that Vegeta was his.

He sighed and washed them both off before getting out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around Vegeta, still cradling him against his chest. The force of Vegeta’s personality was so great that he had never really noticed just how tiny the man was. Even his mother was an inch or two taller.

He went to his room and gently set Vegeta down. He slipped in beside him, pulling the covers up. Then he pulled Vegeta into his arms, curling around him like he was a teddy bear.