A shriveled up old woman sat on a cobweb littered throne, her ancient eyes glaring maliciously into space. The little Saiyan princeling had surprised her last time, but now she would finally get what she wanted. She would no longer be confined to her old, decrepit body.

Shak’khi closed her eyes and slipped into Goten’s mind, making her astral form appear as a young woman. She quietly snuck through, trying not to attract attention as she searched for the boy’s link to the Saiyan prince. She found it and quietly slipped into Vegeta’s mind.

She made her way to a small metal box, reaching out to touch the smooth walls. Her fingers were only inches away when a booted foot slammed into her face, knocking her to the ground.

“What part of ‘and stay out’ did you not understand?” Vegeta growled, arms crossed and tail lashing.

Shak’khi watched the tail’s almost hypnotic movements, frowning slightly. “Didn’t that used to be brown?”

He wrapped his tail around his waist, his expression going from annoyance to a mixture of anger and embarrassment. “Shut up and get the hell out of my mind!” he snarled.

Shak’khi screamed in agony as he suddenly attacked her with mental energy. “Damn you!” she screamed, fading away.

Vegeta fell to his knees, breathing hard. That had taken a lot out of him. He struggled to his feet and lightly touched the little metal box. It dissolved in a shimmering light, leaving something else in its place.

“Hello, Papa,” the little girl said, gazing up at him. Her spiky black hair trailed down to her waist, but other than that she looked like a five-year-old, female version of Vegeta.

“Hmmph. Come along, Pepper,” he said, wrapping his tail around her wrist and leading her to somewhere safer.

Vegeta snapped awake and squirmed out of Gohan’s loose grip, wincing slightly as he moved. He was still sore from the half-breed’s little sneak attack in the shower. He glared at his tail, wishing the hated color would go away. It was a visible sign that he had allowed Kakarot’s brat to dominate him. Even the bitch who kept invading his mind had noticed it.

He growled softly at the thought of her. She was after his daughter’s mind for some reason and kept getting into his through his link with Goten. He would definitely have to have a talk with the boy.

His thoughts were interrupted when strong arms grabbed him, Gohan pulling him back into his embrace. The half-breed sighed happily, nuzzling Vegeta’s neck.

“Let me go,” Vegeta snapped, trying to break free. Gohan just growled softly. Then he pressed his lips against Vegeta’s in a passionate kiss, lightly stroking his tail until he began kissing him back. He was a much better kisser than Videl had ever been.

He moaned softly as Vegeta grabbed his tail and gently caressed it. Having his tail touched like that reminded him of what he had done in the shower. He broke off the kiss with a slight grin and reached into one of the drawers of the nightstand. He pulled out a small bottle of oil and began coating the end of his tail with it.

Vegeta stared at Gohan’s tail, wide-eyed, also remembering the incident in the shower. He started to back away, but Gohan grabbed him again. He gasped as the slippery, furry length was once again shoved into him and went boneless against the half Saiyan.

Gohan rested his cheek on the top of Vegeta’s head, one arm around his shoulders while the other reached down to play with the lovely red tail. The color was so vibrant it actually had black highlights when looked at in the right light.

He moaned softly as Vegeta began licking and sucking at his nipples. He shuddered and increased the pace of his tail. Vegeta gasped, then growled, pushing Gohan down to the bed. He crouched over his hips and took him into his mouth.

Gohan cried out, his tail suddenly becoming still as he basked it the sensation. Vegeta growled at him angrily, and he hastily resumed moving his tail. He definitely did not want Vegeta pissed at him while he was sucking on him like that. The temperamental little prince would probably bite it off if he made him mad.

Neither one of them noticed as the door opened, Trunks poking his head in to ask his father a question. He stared, slack jawed, at the sight before him. He swallowed hard and quietly left the room.

He hadn’t even realized you could do that with a tail. He stared at his own tail, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Oh, Goten,” he called softly, hunting up his mate.

Completely unaware of their brief audience, Vegeta slid his tail between his legs, stroking himself with it. He lapped and sucked at Gohan, high on the feeling of power it gave him.

For once, he was the one in control. The half-breed may have been stronger than him, but, if he worked it right, he could be the one in control when it came to sex. He had to stop trying to get out of it and take the initiative. Gohan was his mate now, and, as much as he hated to admit it, he actually loved the brainy half-breed.

Gohan was panting heavily, his fingers curled in Vegeta’s hair. He wanted to grab him and take him, but Vegeta growled anytime he tried to move his hands. He cried out and bucked his hips as he felt himself come close to an orgasm. His head arched back as he emptied himself into Vegeta’s mouth.

Vegeta swallowed and started stroking himself with his tail even faster. He yelled as he climaxed, then fell forward on top of Gohan. He moaned softly as Gohan removed his tail.

Gohan shifted him so he was cradling him to his side, one hand lightly pressing against his lower belly. A thin sheet of skin had formed the outside of the pouch where his child was developing. He idly wondered if it would be a boy or a girl.

A girl, a sleepy voice murmured in his head. Quit thinking so loud. I can hear you.

“Can we call her Goki?” he asked, grinning slightly.

Vegeta opened his eyes, glaring at him. “No child of mine is going to be named after that imbecile father of yours. Her name is Pepper and that’s final.”

“Pepper? What kind of name is Pepper?”

“A Saiyan name. Now shut up and go back to sleep.”

“Can I ask one more question?”

Vegeta growled something in his native language. “Fine.”

“Is Pepper going to call you “mom”?”

Vegeta sat up and glared at him with barely suppressed rage. “Do I look like a woman to you? “Mom” is a term for a female parent. I’m her father, not her mother.”

Gohan kept his mouth shut. He knew better than to say anything when he’d made Vegeta this mad. He just sighed and went to sleep.

Goten was in the kitchen, munching on an entire chicken when Vegeta wandered in.

“Boy, have you had any dreams recently of some crazy woman going through your mind?” Vegeta asked, sitting down across from him.

“How did you know about that?” Goten asked, shocked.

“Because it wasn’t a dream. She’s using you to get to me.”

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know, but it has something to do with Pepper.”

“Pepper?” Goten asked in confusion, glancing at the peppershaker on the table.

“That’s Pepper as in the vegetable not the spice,” Vegeta snapped, looking annoyed. “It’s a Saiyan name.”

“Oh. So that’s what you’re going to name her. I’m surprised Gohan didn’t try to convince you to name her after Goku.”

Vegeta growled low in his throat. “That has nothing to do with anything. We obviously need to work on your mental defenses.”

“Okay, Papa,” Goten said, devouring the last of his chicken. He closed his eyes and mentally reached out for the link he shared with Vegeta.