Vegita, royal Saiya-jin prince, was having one of those moments, those moods again.

Though these feeling had never appeared before the defeat of Cell, they were growing more and more abundant after.

These feelings, ones of worthlessness and lack of the will to live, were begining to become Vegita's closest friends. He didn't like this knowledge in the least.

Everyone else merely thought it was because of Goku's death.

Because he had never had a chance to finish their fight. Because of this and because of that, either way Vegita was the only one who knew just how wrong they were.

It had nothing to do with that low-class baka. Nothing at all.

It was all about Him. When Vegita felt his gloved hand brush accidentally against His skin, it gave him chills.

When He smiled at Vegita, it took his breath away. Vegita hated this feeling.

He detested it for the soul purpose that He also happened to be one of the people he hated most.

He was the son of Kakarotto.

Vegita knew exactly when it had happened too. He certainly hadn't felt this way about the boy since their first meeting.

No, it had been that moment when Cell was dead.

Cell had been killed and the boy, Kakarotto's son, had won.

He had proved right then and there that he was no longer a little baby trying to fight with the grown-ups. He was no longer a child, but he was far from being a man.

When these feeling had first appeared, Vegita had ignored them. They were, he hoped, below his acknowledgment.

But that didn't stop them from growing.

They were beyond ignoring, however, once Bojaku had been defeated. The boy had proven a second time just how capable he was. And that was just what was driving Vegita insane.

The boy had proven he was fine on his own. He didn't need anyone to protect him.

The feelings Vegita felt were souly one-sided. Kakarotto's son had no clue Vegita felt this way. No one knew.

So, frustrated and full of pent up emotions, Vegita went flying.

He flew over the city, watching the little people walking about miles under his feet. Vegita loved flying over them.

It helped him to realize his dominance over them.

They may not know it, but if Vegita wished it, he could have killed them all with a flick of the hand.

He smiled. He was born to dominate.

After circling the city for a few hours, following different people until they got boring, Vegita decided to fly over his other favorite spot.

The Son house.

Vegita had been taking more and more frequent trips over that little cottage in the woods, just hovering high in the sky as he watched Him going for walks, or Him reading out in the warm sunlight.

Vegita looked at the sky and saw that the sun was begining to go down. Soon, people all over would be sitting down for dinner.

Vegita hoped the boy would still be out.

As he flew over the Son's extensive property, Vegita's search was rewarded with a breathtaking sight.

Him. Son Gohan.

He was laying by the shore of a lake, eyes closed, hands laced behind his head.

He had no shirt on, and the slow rise and fall of his bare chest as he slept caught Vegita's attention in a devistating way.

I should go......, Vegita thought to himself, but instead found himself flying lower, closer to the boy.

Drawn to the boy.

A closer look revealed the boy's shirt thrown not too far away.

His hair was wet, and though he was drying in the sun there were a few droplets left here and there on his body, dappling his chest and cheeks.

The little bits or water sparkled as the boy breathed slowly in and out.

He must have been swimming.....Vegita thought as he grew closer and closer to his goal.

Vegita had to catch his breath when he realized what he intended to do, but slowly a vicious grin slid across his royal Saiya-jin face.

The smile that appeared so naturally was the last pushing argument for Vegita to continue his actions. He hadn't smile for days now, he knew he would smile now.

He was smiling, and he was anxious.

He landed gently on the grass with a quiet rustle, not a foot from the boy, his eyes studying every exquisit feature.

The small, compact chest, the un-mared face. The boy seemed just as perfect close up as he did far away.

Vegita was pleased.

"Wake up, kid," he comanded.

The youth gave a small grunt and scrunched his eyes. Then his face relaxed again as he fell back to sleep.

Vegita scowled and nudged the kid with his boot.

Again the grunt and scrunch and again the kid fell back asleep.

Angered, Vegita drove a harsh boot into Gohan's ribs, "Dammit, get up, kisama!"

That was enough to awaken the boy,and with a small moan, he say up, rubbing his stomach, "Ow......oh! Vegita-san! Hi!"

The boy's innocence and enthusiasm toward the one who had just caused him pain seemed to press Vegita even further into his goal.

"Hi," Vegita said.

The youth seemed mildly surprised at Vegita's response. That was good. Vegita wanted to keep him off of his toes.

Noticing Gohan was rubbing his freshly brused ribs, Vegita came up with the perfect idea of how to do this.

"Did I hurt you, kid?"

The boy looked even more surprised at Vegita's concern, but said only, "No, I'm okay."

"I don't just mean now," Vegita said, "I mean........what I mean is that I've hurt you alot in the past."

Gohan blinked quickly in surprise, "Yeah, but it was in the past, Vegita-san. You wouldn't hurt me anymore.........right?"

Sudden disconviction ran across his features.

"Right, kid," Vegita said, putting his hand on top of the boy's head, "I will never hurt you ever again."

Despite his words, the boy seemed uneasy about Vegita's hand on his head, still he managed to say, "I know that."

"But that's not enough."

Vegita pressed down on his hand a bit more, adding pressure to Gohan's skull.

The boy tensed even more. Vegita stopped pushing and the boy relaxed again.

Just as I thought, Vegita grinned, when you get agressive, so does he. Be gentle and he doesn't know what do do.

I can use this........

"I want to appologize."

"That........," the boy fidgeted under Vegita's palm, "That's okay. Really! You don't need to."

Vegita slowly and carefully slid his hand down the side of Gohan's head until it cupped his cheek, "I may not need to, but I want to. I want to show you how sorry I am......."

Vegita slowly lowered his head to Gohan's, putting his lips on the boys.

The youth's whole body went rigid, but only from surprise. Other than that, Gohan just sat there with Vegita's lips on his, totally unresposive.

Annoyed, Vegita pulled away.

"Why did you do that?" the boy asked, his face shocked.

"Because I wanted to......to appologize.," Vegita could tell this kid didn't even fully understand what was going on. This naivety was one thing Vegita was counting on, "Did I do something wrong?"

YES!! Gohan wanted to yell, but when he thought of it, he couldn't quite find a reason for it to be wrong.

Maybe this was Vegita's way of appologizing. He had never seen the Saiya-jin do it before.

These reasonings didn't help much.

"It just doesn't feel right.....," he finally said, his voice quiet.

"That's because I'm doing all the work," Vegita said, running his hand to the back of the boy's head and resting his other hand on his shoulder, "You should participate..........."

And again Vegita put his lips agenst the boys. And again the boy did not respond, for he didn't know what to do.

Frustrated, Vegita opened his mouth, forcing the boy's mouth open as well. Gohan managed a started gasp before Vegita slipped his tounge in, proding and teasing his own tounge.

Still no response.

Getting angrier, but still forcing himself to be gentle, Vegita closed his mouth over Gohan's, sealing their lips together.

The boy made a strangled sound, but Vegita gently, but firmly held their heads together, not letting him break the kiss.

The boy struggled weakly until Vegita pressed him even more, exhaleing out his nose then sucking as hard as he could, taking the boy's breath away.

Those innocent, young eyes widened with fear, but only looked into the passionate, expirianced pupils of a Saiya-jin.

Vegita was not going to give the boy a breath of fresh air until he got some response!

Realizing this, Gohan realized what he must do.

Embarassed by the whole situation and blushing for more than one reason, the boy slowly and tentativly moved his own tounge around Vegita's.

Once he got started, he found it easier.

Pushing his tongue further into the Saiya-jin prince's mouth, he found Vegita pushing agenst him with his own.

Gohan found him pushing back, fighting for dominance with their mouths.

Vegita was the first to break it, pulling away from the boy, not for his own self, but he could see that the poor inexperianced youth was about to pass out.

Gohan gasped for breath and found he was sweating harder than he should. His whole body was tingling though he hadn't the slightest clue why!

"Good, you're getting it now.......," Vegita said, and slowly leaned forward again.

Gohan leaned his head back to avoid another breath taking kiss. This action only happened to explose his tender neck, so Vegita moved in there, instead.

He put his warm lips on the boy's throat, while he was doing so he huffed deeply, taking in the boy's scent.

Gohan gasped as the warm air sent shivers down his body. A small whimper escaped his lips.

Now Vegita was having fun.

The prince traced a path across the boy's neck that led to his ear. The boy gasped when Vegita licked one lobe, then started sucking on it.

Without even realizing it, Gohan was slowly sinking back to the ground with Vegita on top of him.

Once he felt done with the ear, and sure that Gohan was no longer going to resist, Vegita let go of the boy's head and shoulder and lowered his head to the boy's chest.

The boy breathed in and out raggedly as Vegita traces searing paths along collar bone, then down his well toned chest with his tounge, pausing occationally to kiss or bite.

Vegita went even farther down, along his stomach, pausing to give extra attention to the naval, causing the boy to squirm and writh, gasping and moaning.

Vegita decided he could wait no more, for though he doubted the boy was or ever would be ready, he certainly was.

And that was enough for Vegita.

By the time Vegita was done, the boy was no longer moaning in pleasure. He lay on his side, crying quietly.

Vegita sat next to him, watching him.

I pushed him too much, Vegita thought, he wasn't ready enough for that.

But Vegita felt no regret.

As soon as he had started, the cries of pain that escaped Gohan's hoarse throat only peaked Vegita's pleasure.

He had pushed harder and gone deeper, wanting to hear more cries of pain, more sobbing, more begging for him to stop.

The prince's Saiya-jin blood burned with excitment each time the scream got louder.

It felt so good to get such pleasure out of causing someone such pain.

The boy managed to stop his crying to say, "I thought you said you wouldn't hurt me."

Vegita leaned over him and brushed Gohan's bangs out of his eyes, "Did I hurt you?"

"Yes," the boy choked out, "You made me bleed. I asked you to stop......why didn't you?"

"I didn't want to," Vegita said, and without giving anymore thought to it, he chopped the boy in the neck.

Not expecting it, Gohan was knocked out, his sweaty body limp on the grass.

Vegita quickly got up and dressed the limp boy, putting his pants back on after he had washed the blood away from between his legs away.

"Well, I still had fun," Vegita said to the unconscious boy, "And that's all that counts."

And he flew away, knowing that when Son Gohan woke up, he would think it all a bad dream.