Son Gohan stirred and awoke from a deep slumber, wrapped in the arms of his raven-haired lover. Smiling lovingly, the oldest Son ran his fingers through the coarse locks. My Saiyan no Ouji, you're so beautiful. So proud, even in sleep. Gohan gently brushed his lips against the temple of the sleeping prince, making the shorter Saiyan purr and turn away, releasing Gohan.

"Vegeta," he purred, brushing his fingers over the relaxed features of the sleeping Ouji.

Gohan moved towards the edge of the bed, the sunlight barely making a glow through the thick curtains, trying desperately not to wake his lover. I wore him out last night, he needs his rest. It was true, for the deep scent of spent passion filled his nostrils, as did the musky masculine scent of his lover. He carefully pushed away the covers, rose quickly, making the bed lift as his weight left, and pulled the covers back around the prince.

Gohan sighed in relief as his lover didn't wake, then quickly grabbed a pair of gi pants from the floor, and walked down the hall in all his naked glory to the bathroom. He didn't want to use the one in their room and risk Vegeta waking up. Kami only knows how grumpy he gets. Gohan turned the knobs on the shower and stood under the steady stream.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Gohan's younger brother, Goten, and his boyfriend, Trunks, Vegeta's son, were sitting at the kitchen table, talking about what had happened between them. It had been a few days ago since Trunks had walked out on Goten and then sung his heart out to get his koibito back. Now that their secret was out, they lived with Vegeta and Gohan.

"Looks like one of them is up," Goten said, leaning on the countertop, drinking a glass of tea.

"Must be Papa, you know that he likes to get up early. Unless Gohan wore him out again," Trunks commented.

"I'll wager that he did koi. You know as well as I do that your father can be pretty wild," Goten replied, laughing slightly, turning to get something out of the cupboard.

"Need some help koi?"

"No, Trunks, I don't need any help," Goten harnessed some of his ki and floated off the ground, retrieving the bagels from the cupboard. "Now if you don't mind, I'm making breakfast."

"Then you'd better get out of the way, Trunks," a cheerful voice replied, coming down the stairs.

"Oi, nii-chan, I thought it was Vegeta-san that woke up. He's usually the one to get up first," Goten commented.

"Sorry, little bro, Vegeta was the one that was worn out last night," Gohan replied, removing the towel from his head, the traditional unruly Son locks of black hair standing on end.

"Oi, Gohan-san that was something more than we needed to know. We don't have to know your sex lives," Trunks replied.

Gohan laughed, going to the coffee pot, and poured himself a cup. Trunks sat down with a cup of tea and a platter of food for his breakfast, and Goten had some milk, cream cheese, bagels, and assorted other items for breakfast. Gohan sipped his coffee and smiled.

"How are you two doing? Did you make out after making up the other day?" he teased.

"Hai, nii-chan, we did. And I'm guessing that you and Vegeta-san had some fun last night," Goten retorted.

Gohan laughed, the classic Son smile lighting up his features. His obsidian eyes were now hinting at some mischief that was so unlike the old Gohan that everyone knew. It had taken a huge fight with his mother to get him to move out and that eventually allowed him to give in to his Saiyan instincts and hook up with the proud and arrogant Saiyan no Ouji. Goten and Trunks were both demi-Saiyans and they had been mates for a while now.

"You never told us that," Trunks said.

Gohan sipped his coffee and smiled warmly at the two. Goten looked eagerly at his older brother.

"Well, it all started when kaasan and I had our last big blowup. I had enough of her yelling and complaining about everything I did and that's when I decided to leave. It took me a few days to finally find a place of my own, but I found it. It was in the area where I had trained as a boy under Piccolo-san's tutelage. It was a small Capsule house that I had borrowed from Bulma-san and that's where I stayed for a while. Training, fishing, whatever I could do to pass the time. Then, one day, things changed when Vegeta showed up..."

Gohan was training outside of the Capsule house that he had dubbed his home for a time, kicking and punching at an invisible foe, sweat running down his face, making him blink it away when it got into his eyes. A loud cry escaped his lips as he performed a series of jabs.

That bakayaro is so caught up in his own training that he can't even sense that I am here. Well, he'll learn soon enough not to let his guard down. A short, lithe, and muscular man with wild black hair and forbidding black eyes stood a few feet away behind a tree, keeping an eye on the oldest Son. Moving faster than the blink of an eye, the man appeared before the Son, who was moving too fast to stop the jab that was aimed right at his face.

"ITAI!!" Gohan cried out as the punch went right for the man's jaw.

"Hn," was the reply as he expertly blocked the jab and stood in front of the startled young man. "You should know me better than that, boy."

"H…hai, Vegeta-san. Gomen nesai, I didn't expect to see you out here," Gohan replied.

"Well, boy, you should learn to not drop your guard. Hn," he snorted. "You certainly are that baka Kakkarot's brat."

Gohan was flustered at the stony Saiyan no Ouji that stood in front of him. Kami, why does he always have to scare me like that? Ever since I was a boy, this man has intimidated me. He inhaled and went to his towel, wiping his sweating brow under the harsh gaze of the Saiyan prince.

"So, Vegeta-san, what are you doing out here?"

"I am out here because that onna drove me away with her hellcat screeching," was the reply.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing, I only destroyed one of her inventions while I was training. That onna should know better than to leave them lying around where I can destroy them. So, I decided to get away from her for a while. I felt your ki and decided to see why you were out here."

Gohan was a little surprised. He hadn't known the Saiyan prince to care about anyone but himself. He wiped his face off and wrapped the towel around his neck, approaching the older man.

"Well, you're welcome to stay, Vegeta-san, unless you had somewhere else you wanted to go."

The shorter Saiyan turned the idea over in his head. It would be beneficial to get some training in while that onna is keeping me away from the capsule. Besides, I'd like to see how this boy's strength has increased since he moved out of his own hellcat's care. He reached a decision.

"Sure, why not," he replied.

Gohan smiled. It had been a while since he had any company and he was welcome for someone, even if it was the proud and arrogant Saiyan no Ouji. The visage the proud man projected, standing with his arms folded over his chest, the sun setting behind him, made him appear all the more regal. His royal title was stitched into the fabric of his soul, and Gohan could see it at the intimidating stance that Vegeta was keeping.

Nani? Where in the fuck did that come from? It's Vegeta, for Kami's sake. This man has tried to kill my father on numerous occasions and is so damn arrogant. Still, the way he looks at me sometimes, his eyes so cold, and yet so warm, like shards of black ice, but with velvet enfolding them. Gohan shook his head to rid himself of the visions that were playing in his head. He stepped to the side and gestured towards the Capsule house, walking inside.

Vegeta watched as Gohan turned and walked into his Capsule house. Hn, that boy's more Saiyan than I thought. A feral smirk went across his features. Maybe he actually has some balls after all. With an evil chuckle, Vegeta followed Gohan into the house. Yes, things should prove to be most interesting. He sat down at the table and eyed Gohan as he rummaged around. Very interesting indeed.

"So, what happened after that, Gohan-san?" Trunks asked, reaching over to play with his lover's hair.

"Yeah, nii-chan, tell us what happened next," Goten pleaded, looking very interested at his brother's story.

"Well, Vegeta stayed with me for two weeks. We sparred, ate, and basically tried to stay out of each other's hair. Actually, to be more precise, I tried to stay out of his. He was still very intimidating to me at the time, but I was sure that things would change between us. And it did, believe it or not. Three weeks after Vegeta left, he returned again, this time asking me for my help."

"Papa actually asked you for your help?" Trunks asked, shocked.

"Yes, but that was the first and only time that I would ever ask him for help," a gruff voice replied.

"I don't know, Vegeta, there was that one time-"

"If you value your life, boy, you wouldn't say another word," the grumpy Saiyan replied, coming down the stairs.

Vegeta ran his fingers through his coarse black locks, dressed in jeans and a blue muscle tee. He went to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup, black. The short Saiyan stood, glaring at the two demi-Saiyans. Gohan smiled at his mate and went over to him, kissing him gently.

"Itai! Gohan-san, we didn't need to see that!" Trunks said, shaking his head and laughing.

"Hn, you and that brat of Kakkarot's do it enough for the both of us," Vegeta snorted after giving Gohan a shove.

"Anyway, I was about to tell them how I helped you propose to Bulma. It was three weeks later and he had just come back asking for my help. It turned out he had destroyed a large part of Capsule Corp. and now was in for it."

"That onna always could scream with the best of them. She was a rival for even Kakkarot's hellcat."

"Anyway," Gohan stressed. "He had to make it up to her somehow and he knew that the only way to do that was by public humiliation. So, he came to me and asked me to help him with arrangements."

"The only time I ever asked for anything from you, boy," Vegeta snorted, taking another swallow.

"That's true, Vegeta, most of the time you basically just take what you want," Gohan purred.

Vegeta spat the coffee out, glaring at Gohan. As he wiped his mouth, he muttered something incoherent and swallowed again. That action brought laughter from Trunks and Goten as Gohan continued.

"So, I did help him. I made the arrangements at the restaurant where Vegeta would propose to Bulma, went ring shopping with him, and even convinced him to dress nicely for the occasion. Finally, everything was set, I talked Bulma into going to dinner, she reluctantly agreed when she saw Vegeta, and I left them at one point, pretending to have to go to the bathroom."

"I think that I should tell the rest from that point, Gohan," Gohan shivered at the way the Saiyan no Ouji said his name, like ambrosia rolling off the Saiyan's tongue. "Well, I was alone with that onna and finally, I took out the black box that held the ring I had purchased for her and asked her to marry me the human way. Even though we never did the Saiyan way, it still mattered to her. She forgave me, said yes, and you know the rest."

"Very nice, Vegeta, but I think you forgot to mention that you were doing a very good impression of a ripe cherry. Speaking of cherries, remember that night when we took that hot melted chocolate and cherries-"

"Gohan you kinky bastard, yamero!" the Saiyan no Ouji snapped, a blush starting to paint his cheeks.

Goten and Trunks were snickering, Goten affectionately nipping at the nape of his lover's neck, Trunks smiling and running a hand through Goten's hair. Gohan smiled at them and sipped his tea.

"Gohan-san, I have a question. How did you and my father end up together?" Trunks asked.

"Ah, well, Trunks, it was after your mother passed away. He decided to get away for a while by staying with me again and began to, what was that word you used Vegeta? Oh yes, court me."

"Hn, it's a Saiyan tradition to court a would-be mate, you know that," Vegeta snapped.

"Hai, Vegeta, I know that. Anyway, it all started the day that Vegeta had decided to court me. Of course, I didn't know it at the time, but I did know that there was something going on. Vegeta had been acting really bizarre towards me for a few days and I didn't know what he had in mind. Finally, I figured it out. Actually, he told me and so, our fun began."

Vegeta lowered himself into a defensive stance and readied himself for Gohan's attack. The Saiyan no Ouji was just getting over the loss of his wife, Bulma, and needed a distraction to help him to forget. Sparring with Gohan proved to be more than effective. The boy was strong; there was no doubt about that. Vegeta's obsidian eyes narrowed as he saw Gohan ready himself. He had been staying with Gohan for three weeks, leaving just after the funeral and he was itching for a challenge. The demi-Saiyan was ready and glared back at Vegeta.

The two then charged at each other, their ki lighting up the area around them with their golden lights as the two jumped to Super Saiyan level. Gohan launched a series of powerful jabs, which were all effectively blocked by the older Saiyan. He performed a mighty uppercut to the jaw and Vegeta's head lolled back, a low groan emitted from his throat. Gohan did a massive kick to Vegeta's stomach, doubling him over, and then doing a backspin kick to the older Saiyan's head. Vegeta, still reeling from Gohan's attack, plummeted to the ground.

Gohan floated, waiting for Vegeta to recover. He didn't have to wait long as the enraged Super Saiyan flew at him and head butted him under the chin, knocking Gohan's head back and then delivering mighty punches to his midsection, causing the demi-Saiyan's eyes to widen, his lungs working hard to get him the oxygen he needed to perform. Vegeta finally delivered a crushing ki blast that sent Gohan flying through trees, breaking them as he crashed into them, making him groan, ever fiber in his body beginning to hurt.

Vegeta smirked, spat some blood that Gohan had drawn with his punch, and went after him. After breaking about two-dozen trees, the Son had finally stopped, the ground breaking his fall. Vegeta launched another ki blast, but Gohan managed to avoid it, appearing behind Vegeta and delivering a crushing blow to the back of his neck. The older Saiyan groaned and fell, dust flying everywhere as he coughed and tried to get the sand out of his eyes. Gohan went below him, but was rewarded with a volley of punches to his chest and one kick to his stomach. The air fled his lungs as he fought to breathe against the Saiyan's onslaught.

Vegeta was delivering enough crushing blows to leave a normal opponent out like a light, but Gohan only stood his ground, waiting for the time to fight back. Letting out an enraged cry, Gohan powered up into SSJ Level 2, and began to counterattack the Saiyan no Ouji. The fight went on for hours, before Gohan delivered an incredible Kamehameha that sent Vegeta crashing to the ground. He hit his head on a rock and he was knocked out.

Gohan hurried to Vegeta's side, powering down, and kneeling next to the fallen Saiyan. He bent over and picked up the smaller Saiyan's slight frame and carried him inside. Well, Vegeta, it looks like you really wore yourself out. Gohan laid him down on the bed, went to put on a clean pair of gi pants, and returned with a washcloth and some water to clean the dried and fresh blood off the Saiyan no Ouji. Gohan looked down at the Saiyan's clothes. They were a little more than nothing, revealing much skin, and nothing to the imagination.

He blushed at his sudden thoughts as he continued to clean up the Saiyan. Bandaging what wounds he could and debating about whether or not to remove the other man's shirt and pants, Gohan continued down the Saiyan's body. Vegeta's really beautiful; I wonder why I didn't notice it before? Gohan removed the Saiyan no Ouji's shirt and started to rub at his chest. Trying to keep his motions feather light as to not disturb the Saiyan no Ouji, Gohan massaged the older man's chest.

Vegeta was floating in and out of consciousness as he felt a light caressing with a warm feeling spreading over his chest. He opened his eyes slowly and saw that Gohan was cleaning him up. Stupid boy, I don't need his sympathy. Groaning, Vegeta tried to get up, but a firm hand from Gohan kept him down. A dangerous growl surfaced in Vegeta's throat and he pushed away Gohan's hand.

"I don't need your sympathy, boy. I'm perfectly capable of dragging myself out of this Kami-damned bed."

"No way, Vegeta, you were hurt pretty badly and I want to make sure that you're all right."

Vegeta snorted angrily, but continued to let Gohan clean him up as his own healing chemistry went to work. Well, it seems as though this boy has finally accepted my courtship. Well then, things are certainly going to get interesting. Vegeta smirked and sat up, a little dizzy, but otherwise fine as he looked down at Gohan. Gohan looked back at him with surprise in his black eyes. His eyes reveal his true feelings. I saw the lust that passed in your eyes, Gohan. I've never desired someone so much in my life and I am going to have you.

Gohan's scent filled his nostrils and made his heart ache. It was masculine, musky, but yet with a touch of sweetness to it, something that was uncommon among Saiyans. Well, he's no ordinary Saiyan. He's a half-breed, but still, I think I should honor him in my bed. Vegeta could smell Gohan's aroused state and he smirked at the revelation. So boy, you've decided to grow some balls after all. Let's just see how far they measure. Vegeta leaned over and clasped Gohan's hair in his fist before yanking him forward and plundering the surprised teenager's mouth.

Gohan let out a surprised groan as his mouth was plundered by the Saiyan no Ouji. It made his eyes roll and his aroused state become more evident as he tasted the older man in his mouth. Gohan hesitantly began to trail his hands over Vegeta's hips; breathing in the man's aroused scent. Well, Vegeta-san, it seems as though we're both in this little game. He held onto Vegeta's waist, grinding his hips against the shorter Saiyan's muscular frame. He's so perfect, a tribute to divine artistry. Gohan lifted Vegeta up and was about to push him down onto the bed, when Vegeta yanked his head back.

"That's not the way we play, boy. Now you know that I have been courting you these past few weeks and that I desire you. It's about time that you grew some balls."

"Vegeta," Gohan purred, huskily.

"Now boy, we'll see how far your stamina reaches," Vegeta growled as he flipped Gohan onto his back and pinned him to the bed, tearing off the surprised teenager's clothes.

Gohan growled his appreciation as the nimble Saiyan above him tore his clothes to pieces. Vegeta was close behind him, the musky scent that only a Saiyan could have flooding off of him in waves, revealing his arousal. Gohan began to hear a low sound coming from the barrel of Vegeta's chest. Oh Kami, Vegeta's purring! And it was turning Gohan on in the worst way. He gazed up at the kneeling Saiyan no Ouji and stared deep into the pools of liquid velvet lust that the older Saiyan called eyes. This is torture; he's just looking at me! Gohan decided to take care of that as he grabbed the slighter Saiyan around the waist and flipped Vegeta over and onto his back, pinning the prince's hips.

So the boy has some balls after all. No one has ever been able to take the Saiyan Prince before, let's see if he can do it. Vegeta purred deeply as he traced his fingers up Gohan's arms and fisting them into his hair, bringing Gohan down for a fierce kiss and the teen tore what little clothing the older Saiyan had away from his slight frame and gazed at the picture of masculine beauty beneath him. Vegeta smirked and reached to flip Gohan over again, but he was held firmly in place.

Gohan leaned over; keeping Vegeta pinned, and thrust his tongue hungrily into the other man's mouth. He licked and explored the warm cavern that was open to him and it felt as though the world had melted away, leaving only sensations and the taste of Vegeta beneath him. Vegeta……… His thoughts trailed as he broke the kiss, coming up for air. Vegeta was prone beneath him; it almost looked like he wanted Gohan to take him. It's too easy, there's got to be a catch. At that moment, the teen didn't care if there was a catch or not, all that mattered was the man beneath him, their passion, and his growing need.

"Gohan, are you going to get on with it or simply stare at me like a baka," Vegeta's smooth voice said as his classic smirk began to cross his features. "I'm not going to wait."

"And neither shall I, Vegeta-san."

Gohan slipped two fingers into Vegeta's mouth and the older Saiyan fought the instinct to bite down on them, just savoring the taste, the masculine and sweet taste that was Gohan. Groaning, Gohan hesitantly removed his fingers from the older Saiyan's mouth and slid them down his body, and finally, to the small, puckered opening in Vegeta's ass.

"Vegeta-sama," Gohan purred, tracing lazy circles around the Saiyan no Ouji's nipples, as he slid two fingers into the tight heat that awaited him.

Vegeta arched his back and let out a grunt, his eyes closing as he adjusted to the fingers that pushed deeper into him, stroking his sweet spot surely and moved around, stretching him, filling him. Vegeta's breath came faster and his hardening member became a deep purple from his aroused state. Gohan decided that Vegeta was ready and withdrew his fingers. Positioning himself over the slighter framed man, Gohan took a deep breath and pushed his cock into Vegeta's tight heat, groaning loudly as he felt it wrap around his aching member.

Vegeta tensed, not used to being filled as he was now, but Gohan stroked his cock firmly and Vegeta relaxed, the pleasurable feelings racing through his neurons and enveloping his body. His breath was coming in hitched gasps as he purred huskily, reaching behind Gohan and pressing his palm into Gohan's tail spot, resulting in a yelp from Gohan as he rocked his hips forward buried himself deeper into the Saiyan no Ouji's tight hilt.

"Vegeta………." Gohan growled his prince's name as he began to thrust hard into the body that writhed beneath him.

Yes, he is my prince, thought Gohan as he rocked back and was met by Vegeta's hand tracing tantalizing circles around his tail spot and his world flashed white. Gohan felt Vegeta's aching need pressing hard against his stomach and wrapped his hand around it, stroking, and pumping it.

Vegeta let out a guttural cry as his organ finally received the pressure it needed. He felt himself climb to his peak as Gohan quickened his pace, the feeling of Gohan's organ inside him, fitting him perfectly, made him grunt and thrust his hips back to meet Gohan. The two rocked in unison before Gohan let out a loud cry and his golden aura flared up and he came in a white-hot passion.

Vegeta felt Gohan grow inside him and he let out a loud scream, his hair flashing to gold and his eyes becoming an ocean blue as he released his passion all over Gohan's chest. The two were one as their world became nothing but the feeling of pure ecstasy. And as they slowly descended from their peaks of passion, Gohan's arms gave out and he collapsed, careful as to not fall on the Saiyan no Ouji. He gasped hard as he saw Vegeta next to him, also recovering his breath.

"Damn," Gohan managed to croak as he turned and gathered the smaller Saiyan in his arms, pulling the blanket up from the end of the bed and tucking it securely around the two of them. "Good-night sweet prince."

Vegeta fell asleep, warm and comfortable in the arms of the oldest Son. I knew the boy had potential.

"Good-night Gohan."

"Whoa, I never knew Papa was on the bottom the first time you two fucked," Trunks said.

"Watch it, brat, unless you want to be blasted into the next dimension," Vegeta warned, leaning against the counter, listening as Gohan talked, his trademark scowl gracing his features.

"Yes, Vegeta was on the bottom, but I happen to know for a fact you're uke a number of times, Trunks," Gohan said silkily, throwing a knowing smirk over to the blushing Briefs.

"Oi, nii-chan, don't do that! You look too much like Vegeta-san when you do that!" Goten cried.

Vegeta growled low in his throat, a threatening glare on his features and Goten laughed before closing his mouth. Gohan smiled as he finished his coffee, rose, went to the sink, rinsed out the cup, and placed it in the dishwasher. Turning to Goten and Trunks, who were whispering and snickering to themselves, he smiled and shook his head.

"So, what are you two going to be up to today?" Gohan asked teasingly, knowing what the answer was.

"Oh, I don't know, probably spend the day at home," Goten replied, innocently.

"More like the two of you are going to be screwing yourselves blind for the rest of the day," Vegeta snarled.

"You got it, Vegeta-san!" Goten piped up, picked up Trunks, slung the protesting Briefs over his shoulder and began to walk up the stairs. "Ja ne!"

Gohan laughed at his younger brother's antics as he went over to his lover, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. Vegeta gave Gohan a withering look and Gohan merely smiled.

"What is that look for?" Vegeta demanded.

"Oh, I was just thinking that maybe I should follow my baby brother's example. You know, we haven't tried chocolate as part of our play in a long time, Vegeta, don't you think-"

"Say one more word and you won't live to regret it!" Vegeta snapped, pushing Gohan roughly.

"Aw, come on Vegeta, you know that you love chocolate because I tasted like chocolate the first time we had sex and ever since then, you've been obsessed with it and you know it."

"If you weren't such a good fuck, I'd punch your lights out."

"Vegeta, you wouldn't do that to me," Gohan purred huskily, licking at his lover's ear.

Vegeta shivered as he felt his lover's tongue trace loosely over his earlobe. He is such a kinky bastard.

"Come on, Vegeta," he purred again.

"If you were a true Saiyan, then you would take what you wanted, even though I am your prince."

"Yes, but I'm seme of this relationship, so I'm going to take what I want!" Gohan said gleefully.

With that, he picked up the startled Saiyan no Ouji up into his arms and hurried up the stairs to their bedroom. On the way, they heard loud moans and cries from Trunks and Goten's room as they passed. Gohan smirked as he went into his and Vegeta's room and closed the door. The next thing that came from the room was a startled cry from the older Saiyan.