Gohan stretched his arms over his head as the morning sun streaked in through the windowpane beside his bed. He yawned loudly and blinked the sleepiness from his eyes. The sweet, soft calls of cheerful birds made their way into his ears and the smell of his mothers’ delicious cooking steadily crept under his doorframe and into his nostrils. The young half-saiya-jin pulled himself from the warm blankets of his bed and began his morning routine of straightening his room, dressing and grooming himself. He paused in front of the mirror to look at his reflection. A tall man of eighteen stared back at him with coal black eyes and spiked ebony hair. His skin was of a creamy complexion and his build was well suited to his straight, willowy form. Gohan had to grin at himself, he had become quite handsome over the years; certainly he looked better than he had on Namek all those years ago. He sighed as his mind turned to memories of Namek, of the fight with Frieza, and then, slowly, to thoughts of Vegeta. A tiny smile eased its way onto his lips as he pictured the self-assured prince in his mind. The wild flame of jet black hair, the sharp, calculating, inky eyes, the smooth angular face, the compact frame, and of course the tight, form fitting spandex.

Gohan shook his head as he walked out of his room and to the kitchen for breakfast. He had realized that he had a crush on the arrogant prince about two years ago. At first, it had seemed absurd, after all, it was Vegeta of all people, but Gohan hadn’t been able to deny the way that his heart beat quickened or his body temperature rose whenever the prince was around. His musings were interrupted by his mothers voice as she gently chided his father for eating too fast again. Gohan grinned while he listened to his parents playfully tease each other. His mother had eased up a lot in the past few years. Her temperament was not nearly as volatile as it had once been and she seemed to be more relaxed than ever before. As for his father, well Goku wasn’t anywhere near his son when it came to general knowledge, but he was more tactful and he tried harder to understand things and think before he acted now. Gohan was proud of his parents, they had really changed for the better and it was so much more peaceful and happy at their house. If only his mother would stop bothering him about Videl, things would be perfect.

Almost as though she had heard his thoughts, Chi Chi turned towards her oldest son and gave him a wry smile. “You know son, Valentines Day is only a week away. You could always bring that nice girl, Videl, to dinner with your father and I.” She said. Gohan held back his irritated sigh. His mother just couldn’t understand why he had broken up with the blue-eyed girl. Unfortunately for Gohan, he couldn’t tell her that he didn’t want to date someone so much like his mother, that information could get him into more trouble than he cared to think about. He pushed his plate away and calmly smiled at his mother.

“I think Videl all ready has a new boyfriend mom, and I’m sure she’s doing something with him for Valentines Day.” He replied. Chi Chi looked like she was about to comment on the subject further, but Goku came to his sons’ rescue at that moment. “Dear, I kind of wanted to spend the evening alone with you anyway.” He said softly, while laying his large hand over her slender one. Gohan silently thanked his father as he made a quick escape from the kitchen.

He ran a hand through his hair and headed out the front door, pulling his jacket from the coat rack as he passed it. He lifted off the ground and began the long flight to Capsule Corporation to pick up his little brother. His mothers’ voice echoed in his mind while he flew. “Valentines Day is only a week away.” Gohan pursed his lips as he thought about what he would do that particular day. He didn’t have any romantic pursuits to be concerned with, well there was one, but it didn’t count. He knew his father and mother would be going out to dinner that night, Goten was staying at Trunks’ house again, Krillin and Juuhachi were taking Marron with them to a play, and Bulma would be spending the evening with Yaumcha. Gohan had mixed feelings about that situation. He knew Vegeta had been hurt when Bulma had told him that she didn’t feel like their relationship was working out and that she was going back to Yaumcha. He also knew that the prince had never really been that close to her, but being rejected had to hurt regardless of how close you were to someone. His mind once again focused on the small saiya-jin and on the up-coming holiday, the day celebrating love. “I wonder what Vegeta will be doing on the fourteenth.” He mused as he landed on the front lawn of Capsule Corporation.

Gohan had hardly taken two steps towards the door when it slammed open and a carbon copy of his father ran out to meet him with a shout of joy. The two Son boys hugged each other and headed back into the house. Trunks stood at the door, waiting for them as he tried to straighten his unruly lavender locks. Goten and his friend ran back upstairs once Gohan had entered the building. He casually meandered through the rooms until he found Bulma and Yaumcha in the kitchen, eating a late breakfast. The two of them greeted him and invited him to sit down with them. Gohan listened to Bulma brag about her latest invention for several minutes before he noticed that he hadn’t seen a certain someone yet. “Um, not to interrupt you Bulma, but where is Vegeta? I haven’t seen him yet.” He asked, trying not to sound too curious of the prince’s whereabouts.

Bulma put her hand on her chin and thought for a moment. “He’s probably out training, you know how he is.” She said off-handedly. Gohan nodded. Vegeta was always training; it was as though the fight consumed his entire life. Gohan stifled a small chuckle as he considered how true that thought probably was. He snapped out of his inner thoughts as Yaumcha asked him if he was ok.

“Huh? Yeah I’m fine.” He said nervously. The former desert thief gave him an odd look.

“Ok, anyway I asked you what you were doing for Valentine’s Day.” He grinned at the young saiya-jin next to him. Gohan smiled half-heartedly.

“Actually, I’m not doing anything. What about you guys? Any special plans?” He felt the room heat up a little at the lustful looks that were suddenly passing between the other two people in the room. Bulma flashed him a quick grin.

“We were going to spend the night at a romantic hotel near the beach.” Her voice had the faintest hint of girlish glee in it as she spoke. Just then the phone rang and the blue-haired woman went to answer it. She came back to the table a few minutes later with a slight frown on her pale lips. Yaumcha and Gohan wondered what had made her cheerful mood turn sour so quickly.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Yaumcha put his arm around her shoulders as she sighed miserably.

“Oh Yaumcha, that was my mom, she can’t watch the boys for us. We’ll have to cancel our romantic night out.” She nearly sobbed out. Gohan smiled at them and cleared his throat.

“I could watch the boys for you. It’s not like I have any plans, and you could still go out that way.” He gave Bulma a reassuring smile. Yaumcha and Bulma felt that would work out perfectly.

Gohan waited patiently for his brother to get his stuff together before they left. He was a little upset that he hadn’t seen Vegeta once while he had been there, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. He sighed as he thought about his secret crush. If only there was a way to make the prince his, but that was impossible. Even if Vegeta had an interest in men, why would he be interested in Gohan? He was just a brainy half-breed. The demi-saiya-jin shook his head in defeat as his little brother ran out to meet him and head for home. Goten chatted all the way home about the valentines he and Trunks were going to make for the girls in their classes. Gohan had to grin at his hyper brother, he and Trunks were the heartthrobs of their grade; every girl and even a few boys had crushes on them. The older Son felt another forlorn sigh try to push its way from his chest. He frowned to himself; his crush on Vegeta had been with him for so long, maybe he should act on it. The idea of just telling the prince how he felt scared the shit out of him though; perhaps there was another way to handle it. Maybe he could talk to someone, but whom? Certainly not his parents, they would want to know everything. It had to be someone that understood Gohan better than anyone else, someone that wouldn’t laugh at him or yell at him for being in this situation. Gohan felt a grin spread over his face as the name of the perfect person for the job struck his mind, Piccolo.

Gohan was up early the next morning. He got dressed and ate much faster than he normally did and was out of the house before anyone else. He had a long day ahead of him. He had flown out to the place where his old mentor was usually found meditating, and sure enough, there he was. Floating in his seated position, with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes closed. Gohan shook his head. Just like old times. He waved at the Namek-jin as he walked towards him. Piccolo had been staring at the boy for some time now through silted eyes. He uncrossed his legs and lowered himself to the ground. Gohan nervously put a hand behind his head, just like his father would, and smiled at the green alien. “Hey Piccolo, how are you doing? I kind of needed to ask you for your advice on something.” He chuckled nervously as his friend lifted one hairless eyebrow at him. Gohan took his hint and continued his story, trying to keep as much information a secret, but still trying to explain enough so Piccolo could help him. After a long pause, the green alien opened his mouth to speak.

“So what you’re saying is, you think you love someone, but you’re afraid to tell them how you feel, and you still want to let them know by Valentine’s Day.” He paused again as Gohan nodded and waited for his advice. Piccolo cleared his throat. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, rethinking what he wanted to say. After another long period of tense silence, he began to speak. “I think that you should really talk to someone with more experience in this area, Gohan. I’m hardly the person to ask about love. I’m asexual and I could care less about that particular subject. Maybe you should ask your father about it, or your mom. Hell, you could even ask Bulma.” He said thoughtfully.

Gohan grumbled and complained to himself as he flew back home. That had been a complete waste of time. Maybe he should ask someone who knew what he was going through, though. It couldn’t hurt to try. Gohan shrugged his shoulders and veered off in the direction of Capsule Corporation.

He landed in front of the door and tried to figure out exactly what he was going to say to the woman. As he was thinking, a familiar figure made its way around the side of the lawn. A small frame clad only in tight, black shorts and a towel over its shoulders stalked towards the young man at the door. "Why the hell are you just standing there?” Asked the figure in a gruff voice. Gohan almost jumped, as he was startled from his inner dilemma. He turned his surprised eyes to look down into the fiery pools of the man he had been infatuated with for years, Vegeta. The young man tried desperately to think of something to say, but the princes’ intense glare was making it hard for him to think, and the lack of clothes on his compact frame was not helping Gohans’ scattered wits in the least bit. Before he could make a fool of himself though, the door opened and Bulma stood behind it with a surprised look on her face.

“Gohan, did you need something? Is anything wrong?” She asked.

Gohan turned away from the silent prince and smiled at Bulma. “No, no, nothing is wrong. I just wanted to know if I could um, talk to you about something. That’s all.” He licked his dry lips as Vegeta pushed his way past him and Bulma. His skin suddenly felt hot and tingly where the princes’ arm had touched his. Gohan looked after the retreating figure with a wistful glance; his heart was racing from the brief contact he had just had with his love. If only he could have said something clever a moment ago, but it made little difference now.

“Gohan!” Yelled a high pitched voice. Gohan blinked his eyes at Bulma. She raised her eyebrows at him. “I said you could come in and we can talk for a while.” Gohan felt his cheeks heat as he stepped inside the doorway. Being caught in a daze was rather embarrassing, and it was happening an awful lot lately. He sighed softly as he sat down on the couch and layed his head in his hands. Bulma sat down next to him and placed her hand on his shoulder. She was concerned by his behavior, this wasn’t the way the Gohan she knew acted.

Gohan slowly lifted his head and smiled at her. Bulma patted his shoulder and returned his smile. “So what was it you wanted to ask me about hm?” She asked him cheerfully. Gohan felt his cheeks getting hot again as he glanced down at his feet and mumbled out his explanation.

“Well, you see I have this crush, on someone. I’ve had it for a long time, but I’ve never been able to say anything to them and I want, I need to tell them by Valentine’s day because this feeling is making me act strange and causing me to do stupid things. So I wanted to know, if you could tell me how I can tell this person how I feel about them, without directly telling them I like them. Do you know what I mean?” He glanced hopefully at her.

Bulma was quiet for a few minutes. “I think I know exactly what you mean.” She grinned at him. Gohan smiled with relief. “Can you tell me who it is so I can give you the best hints on how to win them over?” Bulmas’ question nearly made Gohan fall out of his seat. He stared at her like she had just asked him to cut out his heart and donate it to science. Bulma blinked her wide, aqua eyes. “What?” She questioned.

Gohan sighed, it would have to come out sooner or later anyway, he supposed. “Vegeta. My crush is Vegeta.” He whispered. Bulma sat on the couch in shock. She knew her ears had heard him right, but of all people, Vegeta? It was a little hard for her to believe at first, but the more she thought of it, the more she could remember that seemed to fit into what Gohan had said. She could recall many strange looks the prince had received from the young boy when he wasn’t looking, and there had been an unusual shyness on Gohans’ part whenever he was around the prince as well.

She grinned at him. “Gohan, I think I can help you out. With someone like Vegeta, you need to ‘sweep him off his feet’, as the saying goes. Besides, I think it will be fun to see that grumpy saiya-jin puzzle over something for a change.” She snickered to herself as Gohan tried to figure out what she meant. He scratched his head and blinked at her. Bulma sighed in exasperation. “I have to spell everything out for you guys, honestly. What I am saying is that you should pull the old ‘secret admirer’ thing on Vegeta. That way you can slowly reveal yourself to him over time, and see what he thinks about the idea of having someone like him before you actually let him know it’s you. Understand now?” She smirked proudly at her brilliant plan.

Gohan felt it was better than nothing. “Um, Bulma, just what does a secret admirer do?” He asked her in a bewildered voice. Bulma giggled.

“I have so much to tell you Gohan, and I want to help you with this. It will be so much fun! Just wait till you hear what I have in mind.” She whispered to him in a conspiratorial manner, as the very person of their discussion passed by the room and paused to look in. Vegeta raised an eyebrow at the hunched figures on the couch. He probably didn’t want to know what they were giggling about anyway. He snorted and walked on down the hall.

Vegeta stalked down the long hall towards his gravity room. He had woken up earlier than normal that morning because of a certain screaming, moaning couple in the room above his. He seriously needed to expel his frustration on something; perhaps some of the poor training robots would be of some help to his angered temperament. A cruel smirk graced his lips as he thought of the various ways he could repay the woman and her noisy lover for his rude awakening.

The truth actually was that the prince of the saiya-jin was a little jealous of them. It wasn’t easy to listen to people cry out his or her undying love for one another all night, when one didn’t have someone to share that same feeling with. Vegetal sneered with disdain at his errant thoughts. What did he need with sentimental feelings? Love and lust, there was no difference in his mind. Except that one came with ridiculous commitments and protocols. There was no such thing as love in his mind; it was just a weak emotion that he needed to block out from his mind entirely.

Bulimia smirked to herself as she straightened the object on the kitchen table for the third time. She eyed the small bouquet of roses once more to see if they were in direct sight from the doorway. She was about to move them again when the sound of white, gold-tipped boots began to echo from down the hall. She quickly laid the white envelope she had been holding next to the roses and dashed out of the room. She was certain Vegetal would look at the card if there wasn’t anyone in the vaccinate to see him do it.

The prince stifled a yawn as he made his way into the kitchen for a snack. Every saiya-jin needed a good meal after a hard work out. He rounded the corner of the hall and entered the large room with a purposeful stride. Vegeta was hungry, he was a saiya-jin, he had better have a clear pathway to the refrigerator or there would be a bloody mess on the nice, clean floor. The prince smirked as he thought of what the woman’s mother would do if she saw such a mess in her kitchen. A snort of light amusement punctuated the air.

“Probably faint.” He mumbled to himself. He made a small sandwich on the counter, at least, for him it was small. Vegeta turned around with his snack and sat down at the table. It was then that he noticed the gentle, sensual aroma of fragrant flowers in the air. He lifted one sculpted eyebrow in question at the small bouquet of long-stem, blood red roses in the center of the table. If they had been for the woman she would have put them in a vase by now. He puzzled over whom they were for and, more importantly, who had left them there in the first place. His eyes trailed over the darkly colored blooms before him. He vaguely wondered where such beautiful flowers could have been found; they were much darker than any roses he had ever seen at a florist’s shop. The color was so rich; it was almost black, very lovely. His gaze shifted to the small white envelope next to the blossoms.

Vegeta leaned forward to read the name written on the white paper. He started slightly as he recognized it to be his own name. Who in kami’s name would send him flowers? He made a quick ki check, to make sure no one was close enough to suddenly walk in on him. Then he anxiously pulled the folded letter out of the envelope. His tongue flicked out over his drying lips as he unfolded the piece of cream colored paper. The script in the letter was very neat and flowing. He silently mouthed the words as he read them.

My Dearest Prince,

I sincerely hope you like the roses. I was reminded of you when I saw them. Beautiful aren’t they? So are you, my prince. You’re on my mind a lot Vegeta, when I sleep, I dream of you. I dream of your exquisite fighting style, the way your body moves like liquid power. You are unstoppable, my prince. So are my feelings for you. In time, my dearest, you will learn who I am. Until then my love, I will keep in contact with you, even if you do not see me.

Your Secret Admirer

Vegeta felt himself shaking slightly as he lowered the paper to the table. A secret admirer, he had no idea what that even meant. Wasn’t it something like a stalker? He frowned to himself at the thought. No one was foolish enough to stalk him. The letter made him a little uneasy all the same; but the flowers, something about the time and care with which they had been selected made him feel strange. The idea that someone would spend their time like that, for him, briefly touched him, but just briefly. He shook his head and berated himself for acting like a giddy teenage girl over a handful of garden weeds. He stood up from his seat and glanced around to make sure no one was around still. Then he quietly got a vase for the flowers and took them to his room, along with the letter from his secret admirer.

Gohan smiled to himself as he ran the comb through his thick hair. Today was the last day before Valentines Day and the last day before he revealed himself to Vegeta. He had left several gifts for his prince over the past week. The day after he had given his prince the roses and the card, he had sneaked a large, heart-shaped box of chocolates into Vegeta's bedroom. The next morning, the demi-saiya-jin had left a black teddy bear for the prince on the doorstep of Capsule Corporation. The bear had held a red heart in its arms, which had read, “I Love You, Vegeta”. Gohan had filled the princes’ training room with rose petals the day after that, and left another love letter. Yesterday, he had barely managed to get the bottle of champagne onto the kitchen table, with its card, before Vegeta walked into the room.

It was very hard for Gohan to remember to keep his ki signature low when he was sneaking around; Vegeta made his blood burn with such a frenzied passion. He was very grateful that Bulma would tell him about his loves reactions to the gifts. The woman loved to tease the prince about his “secret admirer” whenever she got the opportunity to do so. She enjoyed watching the light pink tint that would creep across his cheeks whenever his gift-giver was mentioned. She made certain to tell Gohan every detail of Vegetas’ response to his presents.

Most of the time, the prince would snap or snarl about the gifts, claiming that they were “Useless attempts of some insane stalkers to try and remove his focus from his training.” Bulma would always snicker at that remark, since she knew for a fact that Vegeta kept every single card, gift, and flower in his bed room.

The demi-saiya-jin was going to make the biggest showing of his affection today; he was going to call in and request a song on the radio to be played for Vegeta. He was very nervous, even though the radio station wouldn’t say his name on air, they would say Vegeta’s, and Gohan had no idea how the prince would react to that. He hoped that his love wouldn’t go on an angry rampage and blow up the radio station or anything. Gohan felt a few beads of sweat trickle down the back of his neck as he envisioned the outraged prince of the saiya-jin sending the entire radio station to hell with one of his Bikku Bang Attacks. Considering the song that Gohan had chosen to be played, it was a possibility that Vegeta might do just that. He shook his head and hoped for the better. Maybe the prince wouldn’t go berserk with furry, maybe he would just listen to the song and then go back to training, or whatever he did all day. Gohan’s tongue flicked out across his dry lips as his mind drifted over to thoughts of the prince practicing his katas.

The way his powerful limbs executed every movement of the intricate attacks and defensive positions. The way his body looked as it glistened with the perspiration of his efforts, and the way the light reflected off of his sweat slick body, making him glisten like a dark angel wrapped in the glow of avenging power. Gohan felt his breath quickening even as he thought of his love; his pulse increased, and his clothes, particularly his pants, began to feel too constricting. He shook his head once to clear his mind and headed out to the Sataan City Radio Station. He figured that the best way to get his request played was to give it to the DJ in person.

Gohan shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he waited patiently in line at the radio station. Apparently, every man in Sataan City had gotten the same idea he had, and had come to the station to make his song requests in person. Gohan gaped as the third fight for place in line broke out just ahead of him.

“This is ridiculous.” He mumbled under his breath. The man behind him let out a small chuckle.

“Yeah, people get a little crazy on the holidays. Maybe they should hire a few more bouncers for this place.” He grinned at the men who had been roughhousing, who were now being escorted out of the station by two large security guards. Gohan nodded to the man behind him. He had short brown hair, clear blue eyes, a friendly smile, and an average build. He was mildly attractive to the eyes, but his demeanor made him all the more likeable. Gohan stretched his hand out to the young man.

“My name is Son Gohan.” He said cheerfully.

The young man clasped his hand in a firm grip and shook it steadily.

“The name’s Porter, Joe Porter.” He said with a grin. Gohan was vaguely reminded of his little brother when he looked into Joe’s happily glimmering eyes. The two men stopped talking for a moment as the line moved up a few steps. Joe spoke up again after they had stopped moving.

“So, you’re here to have a song played for your girlfriend right?” He asked. Gohan felt a blush crawl onto his cheeks. He put his right hand behind his head as he replied nervously.

“Well, it’s something like that.” He smiled sheepishly at Joe’s curious glance. The young mans face then twisted into a sly grin. He smirked at Gohan’s nervousness.

“Oh I see now, it’s for your boyfriend, am I right now?” He asked, dropping into a whisper so no one else would hear them. He wasn’t bothered by it at all, but Gohan seemed a little shy as he talked, so he kept his voice lowered.

Gohan blushed brightly as he nodded his head. He was a little surprised that he had been found out so quickly, but he supposed it wasn’t so bad, after all, Joe seemed to find the idea of him liking a man just as normal as that of liking a woman. At least, that’s what he had said.

The line then moved up again, and Gohan was now the next one to go and give his request to the DJ. He swallowed thickly as he tried to calm his nerves. Joe put a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t be so nervous Gohan. It isn’t like the guy’s going to bite you or anything.” He smiled again and let out a soft laugh. Gohan smiled grimly at him.

“It isn’t the DJ I’m worried about Joe, it’s my crush, he’s got a rather volatile temper and I have no idea how he will react to this.” Gohan shook the thoughts of destruction from his mind again. Joe gave him a strange look. He didn’t really understand Gohans’ suddenly pallid demeanor at all. He flashed the demi-saiya-jin an encouraging grin and lightly pushed him forward.

“It’s too late now buddy, you’re up!” He smiled and waved as Gohan awkwardly walked into the room to give his request.

Bulma grinned snidely as she waited for the arrogant prince to come out of the shower. She had turned the radio onto the specific station that she and Gohan had previously discussed, and was patiently waiting for the DJ to announce the song for Vegeta. She and the demi-saiya-jin had planned this to be the last little ‘gift’ that Gohan would give to Vegeta before he revealed himself. Bulma had sat through nearly thirty songs all ready, she hoped Gohan would make his request soon, or Vegeta would go out to train and miss the tribute entirely.

The woman couldn’t help her devilish smile as she thought of how Vegeta would react to the somewhat racy lyrics in the song. It wasn’t really so much the lyrics, as it was the heavy breathing in-between them. Gohan had turned bright red when she had played the song for him the night before. She couldn’t wait to see Vegeta’s face when he heard the song, especially since it was going to be played for him! Her small fit of giggles subsided as the DJ’s voice suddenly boomed out of the radio speakers.

“Welcome back to SC-Radio! We’re playing tribute songs today, so drop by the station and make that special request to send out a song to your beloved. We have another forty minutes of tribute songs on the way for you now, so don’t turn that dial people! This next song is a special tribute that goes out to a real prince.” The announcer had said just what Bulma needed to hear. She ran down the hall with her portable radio in her hands, and threw open the door to Vegeta’s bedroom.

The prince was shocked and angry at her intrusion, but before he could yell at her, she pointed to the radio, and Vegeta stared in surprise as he heard the DJ’s voice.

“That’s right people, this song is a tribute to Prince Vegeta, from your secret admirer. I hope you’re listening to this Vegeta. Here comes “Hell A Good”, by No Doubt!” The DJ cried ecstatically. Then a strange mixture of sounds began to come out of the speakers. It sounded almost like the background music to one of Trunks’ video games.

Vegeta blinked as he listened to the beat, it wasn’t all that bad really, and he almost felt like dancing to it, almost that is. He lifted one of his eyebrows at Bulma as she grinned cheekily in his direction. After a few seconds, the sound of a woman’s voice joined the strange music.

“The waves keep on crashing on me for some reason.” Vegeta’s eyes widened as the singer began to pant after the first line. It didn’t help that Bulma’s grin had turned to a wicked smirk either.

“But your love keeps on coming like a thunderbolt. Come here a little closer, ‘cause I wanna see you baby real close up.” Vegeta’s other eyebrow rose up to be level with the first one. The song continued as it broke into the chorus. The beat quickened, and the singer was joined by a backup group of voices.

“You got me feeling hella good, so let’s just keep on dancing. You hold me like you should, so I’m gonna keep on dancing.” The pace slowed down as the singer started the second verse. Vegeta was staring at the radio with his mouth hanging open now. The song continued, its next line being a bit suggestive.

“A performance deserving of standing ovations.” More of that damned panting.

“And who would have thought it’d be the two of us? So don’t wake me if I’m dreaming.” Vegeta didn’t know how much longer he could stand the heavy breathing, or Bulma’s smirk.

“’Cause I’m in the mood come on and give it up.” The song broke into the chorus once more. Vegeta was unable to hide his heated blush from the woman who held the radio. He was unable to move either. For some reason he couldn’t get his body to obey his thoughts, and walk away. He couldn’t even find his voice to tell, or rather, to order Bulma to turn the damned song off. He stood in silent shock as the song continued on its third chorus, the panting echoing through his room once more, before the chorus played yet again. Slowly, the music eased off and the singer said her last words.

“Keep on dancing, keep on dancing.” Finally the song ended, and the DJ’s voice came over the speakers once more.

“That was “Hell A Good”, by No Doubt, a send out to Prince Vegeta, from his Secret Admirer! Now our next guest is a young man who has a special song for his little lady.” Bulma turned off the radio and grinned at the red-faced prince. She couldn’t help her beaming smile as she looked over his rigid, slightly trembling form. Whether he was shaking from embarrassment, anger, shock, or a mix of all three, she couldn’t tell. Her smile only widened at his brightly colored face and wide eyes; the fact that his mouth was opened so wide she could put her fist into it, only served to make the prince look more amusing. Her eyes calmly took in his appearance; the way his eyes kept switching from the radio to her, and back to the radio.

Vegeta licked his dry lips once, twice, three times before he managed to find his voice. He glared hard at Bulma as she stood in his room with her devious smirk across her face. The very fact that she was looking at him that way proved that she knew something about all of this. He had accounted her teasing over the previous days to little more than a chance for her to make him squirm. This time though, he knew she was hiding something, and she knew more than she was telling him. He was going to make her tell him whatever it was that she knew. He would drag the secret from her no matter what, and he would do it right now.

His eyes narrowed into slits, flashing with furry and evil intent as he stepped towards a suddenly nervous Bulma. His lip was pulled back in a murderous snarl, and the muscles in his flushed cheeks were twitching just slightly.

“Woman! What the fuck was all that about!?” He bellowed.

Bulma wisely stepped out into the hallway. She couldn’t tell Vegeta about Gohan, that would spoil everything. The angry prince wasn’t in a mood to be trifled with though, so Bulma did the only thing she could think of. She ran like a bat out of hell.

Vegeta blinked at her cowardly act, she always stayed around to have a yelling contest with him. He shook off his surprise and darted after her.

“Woman, get your ass back here and explain! NOW!” He shouted as he chased her around the building. Bulma dashed into her lab and locked the door. She grabbed a needle, which held just enough of the powerful knock out serum she had formulated for out of control saiya-jins, to stop Vegeta in his tracks if he broke down the door. She waited nervously as the prince pounded on the door and yelled curses and threats through it at her.

“Fine woman! I will find out what’s going on though, mark my words!” He roared at her. Giving up, he walked off to the gravity room to train. He had mellowed out considerably over the years. Before, he would have had no problem shooting down the door and wringing the information from her, but now he just couldn’t bring himself to be that violent over something so trivial. He snorted to himself as he opened the door to the gravity room.

“I’m getting soft.”

Gohan paced back and forth in front of the mirror in his room. Tonight was the night, the night when he would reveal himself to the prince of saiya-jins as his “Secret Admirer”. The demi-saiya-jin was more afraid now then when he had been in any battle. Frieza, Cell, Dabura, Majin Buu, none of them could compare to the raging beast called hormones, that warred with Gohan at this very moment. He had no idea how he was going to explain things to Vegeta. Every explanation he had rehearsed for his mirror had sounded pathetic or improper. He was at a complete loss as to how he should handle the evening ahead of him.

“Gohan! You had better get going if you’re planing on being at Bulmas’ on time!” His mother called up to him. She and Goku were about to leave for their own special evening. Chi Chi smiled at her eldest son as he trudged past her, and out the door. His face was drawn in a grim expression and the color was slowly, but steadily draining from his cheeks. His mother frowned at his back. She was about to say something to him about maybe staying home and going to bed early, but he flew off towards Capsule Corporation before she could open her mouth.

They demi-saiya-jin chewed on his bottom lip as he flew through the sky. The intricate, dwindling rays of gold, purple, orange and pink only served to remind him of the quickly approaching moment, when he would have to face Vegeta. He and Bulma had arranged it so that Trunks and Goten would spend the evening in Trunks’ bedroom. They could watch TV, play video games, or have a pillow fight, as long as they didn’t destroy the bedroom or make trouble for Gohan. He let out a defeated sigh as he neared the rounded, yellow building. There was no turning back now.

Gohan stepped up to the front door and gently rapped on it with his knuckles. His little brother opened the door and beamed up at him with one of their fathers’ classic grins. “Hi Gohan! Bulma, my brother is here!” He announced cheerfully. Bulma poked her head around the corner down the hallway and grinned at him.

“You’re right on time Gohan, we’ll be leaving in just a minute so make yourself at home.” She called out to him as she ducked back into her room.

Gohan hung his jacket on the coat rack and ambled into the living room, where his little brother was trying to beat Trunks in a racing game. Gohan settled himself on the couch and watched the two boys play. He cringed a little as Goten’s car flipped end-over-end and fell off the road. Trunks let out a cry of victory, jumping onto his feet and prancing around the room in a celebration dance. Goten glared at the lavender-headed boy.

“I demand a rematch!” He pouted slightly as his friend smirked at him; a smirk that Gohan recognized as one Vegeta often wore. The older boy crossed his arms over his chest and gave his friend a condescending look.

“You’re just a sore loser Goten.” He sneered. The youngest Son boy waved his arms around as he yelled back defensively.

“I’m not a sore loser! You cut me off Trunks, it wasn’t a fair move!” He continued to frown as his friend snickered at him. Trunks grinned slyly at Goten as he headed for the stairs. He paused at the foot of the steps and winked over his shoulder at the other boy.

“Maybe it was, and maybe it wasn’t, you’ll never get me to fess up one way or the other though!” He let out a laugh as he ran up the stairs, a protesting Goten hot on his trail.

Gohan shook his head as he turned off the game system and the television set. He stood up and turned around to see Bulma and Yaumcha standing at the front door. Bulma grinned at him.

“We’ll be going now Gohan, the boys have all ready had dinner, but if they get hungry there’s food in the refrigerator. Oh, don’t let Trunks trick you into giving him ice cream, he’s hyper enough with Goten here.” She chuckled softly, then lowered her voice and stepped towards Gohan. “As for you know who, he’s in the gravity room, like always. Don’t forget about what we talked about, and remember that the champagne is in the bucket of ice in the back of the refrigerator. Have fun and good luck Gohan.” She winked at him as she stepped out the door with Yaumcha. Gohan waved after them and closed the front door. He felt as though he would pass out any second. Why him? Why Vegeta?

At that very moment, the saiya-jin prince was finishing up with his evening workout. He turned off the gravity and wiped a short towel across his brow and around his neck. He was in need of a quick shower to get the clinging sweat off of his body, his black shorts were sticking to him much too tightly. He could feel them melding to the curves of his butt as he walked. It wasn’t like he was modest about his body, he had a damn attractive figure and he knew it, but that didn’t mean everyone else was entitled to stare at it. That, and his shorts were creeping a little too far up between his cheeks, the feeling was less than pleasant.

He noted with a bit of surprise that it was strangely silent inside Capsule Corporation. Then he remembered that the woman and her, lover, were going out for the entire night. It was just himself, the two brats, and Kakarot’s oldest boy tonight. He wasn’t entirely certain why the woman had gotten Gohan to watch the little half-breeds when he could have done it just as easily. He knew the two wouldn’t give him any trouble, not if they wanted to walk straight the next morning. He shrugged his shoulders and let the thought go. The woman probably thought if she let him watch them, they would be bleeding and unconscious when she got back in the morning.

The saiya-jin prince walked into his room and undressed, he stepped into the bathroom adjoined to his bedroom and took a brisk shower. After his shower, he put on a loose fitting pair of black jeans, white-house socks, and a form fitting white tank top. He casually waltzed over to his dresser and smiled faintly at the collection of gifts that his “Secret Admirer” had left him. He let his fingertips brush over the slightly dried petals of the roses he had received on the first day. He had been very careful to make them last as long as he could get them to. Vegeta wondered for a moment if his mystery admirer would make an appearance tonight, or whether he would simply find another gift.

Vegeta wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he was enjoying this situation immensely. He had never been fawned over, pampered, or been given gifts out of mere affection in his entire life. The past few days had been exciting for him in so many different ways. It was still a little hard for him to believe that someone actually cared this much about him, but it was thrilling at the same time. He just couldn’t figure out who it could possibly be.

The prince sat down on his bed and began to run through a list of all the people that he knew who might possibly be his “Secret Admirer”. It couldn’t be Kakarot, thank kami, or Krillin, not Chi Chi, thank kami again, nor Juuhachi, not Bulma or Yaumcha either. He frowned as his mind considered the other people he knew. Vegeta grimaced at the thought of his admirer being that three-eyed freak Tien, or even worse the little clown boy Chautzu. It couldn’t be either of them they hated him. The Namek-jin was asexual, so he was out of the question. That only left three people, Roshi, Yajerobi, and Gohan. Vegeta visibly shuddered at the thought of the old pervert or the fat coward being his admirer. The idea nearly made him want to vomit. The only other person was Gohan, but it couldn’t be him, could it? Vegeta frowned as he tried to sort through everything once more.

Gohan sat nervously in the kitchen. The bottle of champagne was on the table and the lights were dimmed. All he had to do was wait for Vegeta to show himself. Gohan took a shaky breath and licked his dry lips. He was running through every word that he had planned to say to his prince while he waited for him. His concentration was so great, that he didn’t notice when Vegeta waltzed into the darkened room. The prince smirked at the bottle on the table. He had guessed correctly, his admirer was indeed, Son Gohan. “So I take it you were going to tell me about your, infatuation tonight, am I right?” He stated smugly. Gohan whipped around to stare at him with wide eyes. The demi-saiya-jin blushed and nodded his head shyly. Vegeta eased his way over to the nervous boy, swinging his hips in a exaggeratedly seductive manner. He placed one hand firmly on Gohan’s chest and picked up the champagne with the other. His dark eyes flickered over the brand name and then rose to meet Gohan’s anxious gaze.

Gohan wasn’t sure what to say or do, all the things he had planned on saying had flown right out of his head when he had heard the prince’s sultry voice. He tried to keep his heart rate steady as he felt Vegeta’s warm hand on his chest. He stared down at his beloved with naked eyes, all his raw emotions bared for the prince to see. Gohan was at a loss for words, but he hoped Vegeta would understand him through his eyes.

Vegeta looked steadily into Gohan’s glossy black orbs. He was stunned by the amount of love, admiration, longing, respect, and hope that dominated the boys gaze. The tide of Gohan’s emotions washed over him in soft waves of earnest tenderness, ebbing at his haughty, arrogant attitude, and touching him at his very core with its pure-hearted sincerity. The prince smiled at Gohan, he smiled a true smile. Gently, he clasped Gohan’s right hand in his own and pulled the boy down to meet him in a sweet kiss.

Their lips met and melted into one another’s perfectly. Tongues teased and quested along the contours of hot, wet mouths, vying with each other for dominance as they allowed their hands to run freely up and down one another’s bodies. Vegeta let out a soft moan as Gohan cupped his pert rear in his hands, and began to knead the rounded globes with an expert touch. The demi-saiya-jin was on cloud nine himself, he was elated by the fact that things had worked out. Here he was, kissing, holding, and wringing moans from Vegeta! Gohan pulled his lips away from his fiery prince and smiled lovingly at him. He reached over and picked up the forgotten bottle of champagne.

“Why don’t we celebrate together in a more private place.” He suggested, his voice dropping into a husky tone. Vegeta grinned wickedly at him, and quickly snatched two wineglasses from the cupboard. He gave Gohan a sly look over his shoulder as he headed out of the room.

“I think my bedroom will be sufficient.” He said in a meaningful voice. The prince snickered slightly as Gohan nearly tripped over himself in his hurry to get down the hallway.

Gohan sighed contentedly as he lounged on Vegeta’s spacious bed. The prince was cuddled up next to him and tracing lazy circles over his bare chest with his silken fingertips. The demi-saiya-jin couldn’t believe how lucky he was, how blessed. He had not only found out that Vegeta was happy that he was the “Secret Admirer”, but he had gotten to share the princes bed. He and Vegeta had even marked each other’s necks in the symbolic saiya-jin mating custom. Gohan was certain his life would be drastically different from this day forward, but it would be a change that he would welcome with open arms, because he knew his beloved would be standing right beside him the whole time. He leaned down and placed a kiss to Vegeta’s velvet-soft lips.

“I love you Vegeta. Happy Valentine’s Day, my sweet prince.” He whispered. Vegeta smiled the same beautiful smile he had given Gohan in the kitchen.

“I love you too Gohan.” He stretched one arm over his head and yawned widely. He noticed Gohan was looking at something with a wry grin on his face, as the prince followed his lovers gaze, he spotted the dresser, and all the gifts he had received during the past week on top of it. Gohan smirked down at him. Vegeta blushed lightly and turned his head.

“You gave them to me, what did you expect? That I would throw them away?” He growled out at the snickering Son. Gohan smiled happily as he realized that Valentine’s Day wasn’t as bad as he had thought it would be. He then gave his lover a wicked grin and covered his slighter body with his own. Vegeta let out a surprised gasp.

“You’re kidding! We just finished five minutes ago!” He cried in disbelief. Gohan smirked at his beautiful prince.

“I’m insatiable when it comes to you love.” He whispered as he leaned in to claim Vegeta’s mouth. The prince moaned deliciously and spread his legs, lifting them up and wrapping the powerful limbs around Gohan’s waist. He definitely enjoyed this kind of attention. The last thought he had before his mind was overwhelmed with waves of white-hot pleasure was that this human holiday wasn't so bad after all.