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A/N: Yaoi scenes ahead. Thank you to Cluen for being my beta!

Chapter Five

Gohan flew as fast as he could, trying to gain any ground on the fleeing Saiyan. Vegeta's ki was almost overwhelming even from the large distance between the two of them. Gohan could barely make out Vegeta, but was determined to catch up. 'Why did I have to say anything about love?' he thought miserably. As soon as the words had come out of his mouth, he had instantly regretted them. The look on Vegeta's face as he pinned Gohan was terrifying. He had seen the proud man angry plenty of times, but that murderous glare he had just received? He didn't think he had seen that same anger in Vegeta's eyes since Namek.

Body trembling with guilt and a lingering trace of fear, Gohan had no idea what he could possibly say or do to make Vegeta calm down. It was all too easy to look at the standoffish Saiyan and think of him as just an arrogant jerk. The fact that he was usually so unsociable made it easy to forget that he was also capable of intense emotions. Gohan wasn't sure how to approach Vegeta now that those same emotions had overflown.

What did you say to someone after that kind of confession? Gohan's stomach turned just trying to imagine how Vegeta had felt living in the shadow of Goku all those years. Harboring that secret for fifteen years—no wonder he didn't ever want to be around the other warriors. To know that the same person who spared your life and protected you had killed your lover? Even if Piccolo was the one who dealt the killing blow, Vegeta seemed to put all the blame on Goku. Maybe it was because his father had sacrificed himself to beat Raditz? Because he was so desperate to kill his brother that he was willing to die in the process?

Gohan knew what it felt like to lose someone you love. His father having already died twice, not to mention when everyone thought he was dead after planet Namek exploded. But when he had sacrificed himself again in the battle with Cell, and everyone knew that he wasn't going to be wished back, it had been a long struggle for Gohan to get past that. So while maybe the situations were not exactly the same, Gohan definitely knew the feeling of loss Vegeta had described. But he had worked through his survivor's guilt with the help of his mother and friends—Vegeta had probably never shared that with another soul until now. He highly doubted that Vegeta would have shared it with Bulma, they didn't seem like their relationship was built on communication.

But Vegeta had told him. Vegeta had let him touch that lightly tanned skin and those surprisingly soft lips. And Vegeta had wanted him, not his uncle. Gohan's heart clenched at the meaning behind all of it. Somehow in their short time together, it had meant more to Vegeta than Gohan thought possible. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on the task at hand, none of it mattered if he couldn't catch Vegeta.

He was starting to get dizzy from the combination of not eating, being attacked, the rush of his own emotions in response to Vegeta, and now the strain of chasing after the Prince. There was still a considerable gap between the two of them and it seemed to be widening ever so slightly. Gohan glanced around at the terrain beneath them, unsure of where Vegeta's goal was. Maybe even he didn't know where he was going. They were flying west, but Gohan couldn't think of anywhere in particular the man in front might be headed towards.

Stomach growling and muscles starting to ache from the strain put upon them, Gohan wondered how much more he could last like this. Mercifully though it looked as if Vegeta was giving up or had burned through his burst of energy, and Gohan saw him descend into the forest below them. Quickly diving down after him, Gohan flew through the trees and tried to locate Vegeta. Scanning for signs of the older Saiyan as he landed on a large branch, Gohan looked around as his frustration began to rise. 'Dammit, he's hiding his ki now.' Gritting his teeth, Gohan jumped down to the forest floor.

"Hey! Vegeta! Where are you?" he called out loudly, not really expecting a response. Straining to listen for any slight rustle, Gohan was perfectly still. He waited almost a minute before letting out a breath. Vegeta was obviously not going to give up that easily. Gohan sniffed the air, hoping he could catch a break by picking up Vegeta's scent, but still couldn't pick up a trail. With a weary sigh, he decided to just start walking and hope he came across a clue on the way.

Continuing on, he tried to be as stealthy as possible for a while. When that didn't get any results, he resorted to calling out Vegeta's name every few seconds. Leaning against a tree in defeat, Gohan decided to take a break. He knew Vegeta hadn't taken flight again, he would have sensed his ki, but he had no way of knowing if the Prince was even still in this forest. Vegeta was a former mercenary after all; he would probably have been able to traverse on foot and exit the forest already, without leaving trail.

Stomach growling again in protest, Gohan had a sudden idea. Leaping into the air, he flew up above the tree line and surveyed the area. He spotted a wide river flowing through the woods, about a mile north of his position. Grinning, he quickly flew there and dove into the water.

The water was dark, but clear, allowing Gohan to see enough to avoid any obstacles. Swimming through the channel, he saw of flash of light to his right. Turning to get a better look, he saw the tail of a massive carp disappear into the darkness. 'Bingo!' He swam after the giant fish, his stomach giving him all the motivation he needed to catch it. Wrapping his arms tightly around the wiggling tail, he launched himself into the air and threw the fish onto the river bank. Now that it was out of the water, he saw that it was almost double his size and he grinned in triumph.

Quickly making a fire pit and propping up the enormous fish as best he could with branches, he lit the fire with his ki and sat down to watch it cook. A delicious smell started to spread through the air and Gohan's grin widened.

"This fish is going to taste incredible after all that flying! I wonder if I can eat it all by myself though?" he nearly shouted into the dark forest. 'Heh he, let's see if Vegeta can resist this bait!' Gohan thought, mentally patting himself on the back for thinking of this idea. As he sat waiting for the fish to cook, he closely monitored his surroundings. Other than the crackling fire and the murmuring river, the night was quiet. Every so often an animal would call out, making Gohan wonder if perhaps it was a certain Saiyan Prince making them restless. Gohan was starting to get a headache from the amount of concentration he was exercising. On top of that, his dinner was beginning to become too much of a temptation to wait for Vegeta to arrive.

"Ah, looks ready to eat!" Gohan called out loudly into the darkness. Glancing around for Vegeta, he shrugged and used a small ki beam to cut off part of the fish. Not able to eat with any dignity in his current state of hunger, Gohan quickly finished off half of the fish before feeling full. Glad that he had managed to save some to share, he leaned back and patted his belly. 'Well even though Vegeta didn't show up, that was just what I needed!' Gohan smiled, but it morphed into a large yawn.

The long chase and tasty meal were making his eyelids droop. Debating on whether it was worth angering his mother or not, he decided to go ahead and camp in the woods. After all, he wasn't entirely sure of his location, but knew it would be a long flight home. With a good apology, his mother would surely understand. He yawned again. It was warm near the fading fire, so Gohan curled up on the grass and closed his eyes.

"Don't think that I will accept this as an apology. I am still going to kick your ass."

Gohan's eyes snapped open at the sound of the gruff voice. Light was beginning to creep across the sky, making Gohan wonder how long after he had fallen asleep that Vegeta had arrived. Blinking quickly to clear his drowsy mind, he saw the man he had been chasing sitting across the fire pit from him.

Vegeta put the last bite of fish into his mouth and met Gohan's eyes with a smirk. "Finally awake, brat? You chased me half-way across the continent and cooked a meal for me, only to fall asleep?" The Prince crossed his arms over his bare chest.

A small blush flashed over Gohan's cheeks as he noticed Vegeta was still only in his underwear. He hoped that it was still dark enough for the man across from him not to notice.

"If you had come sooner, I wouldn't have fallen asleep," Gohan grumbled softly. He stretched his body which was a little stiff from sleeping on the ground. "You seemed like you didn't want to be around me before, so why did you come now?" He looked back at Vegeta to see a small flicker of emotion pass over the man's face.

Vegeta stayed silent for a long time. Gohan wanted to press the other man, but kept quiet. He could see that the Prince was deep in thought over something. Placing a hand over his neck with a slight frown, he remembered what happened last time he pushed Vegeta. Gohan knew it must have already been a massive blow to the proud warrior's pride to have shown as much emotion as he had last night. So he waited until the brooding man was ready to speak on his own.

"When I performed the fusion with Kakarot, and we became one soul," Vegeta paused, knitting his eyebrows together in frustration. His hand clenched into a trembling fist, and he had to take a deep breath before continuing. "I saw Kakarot as I had not seen him before. When we became separated again, I thought I was able to put that hatred behind me and find peace with what happened so long ago." Vegeta peered intensely at Gohan, almost as if looking past him. "When you came to me for help, it meant nothing to me. I got to taste a male's body again and that was all."

A shiver went up Gohan's spine as he listened to Vegeta speak so honestly. He wanted to say a million things, but something in the Saiyan's voice kept him silent. He needed to hear this without interrupting.

"But the day you surprised me…the day you took control…." The Prince looked away with a scowl. His fingers tightened against his folded arms and his whole body tensed in protest of speaking further. "We were two Saiyans then. I wasn't the only one anymore. And I felt something that I thought I had forgotten." Vegeta gritted his teeth and looked away again.

Frozen in shock, Gohan forced himself to breathe. Something was welling up inside his chest, but he couldn't put a proper name to it. He wasn't even entirely sure what Vegeta meant, but had enough of an idea to set his heart racing. The memories flashed across his mind, how much he had wanted the other man and how Vegeta had felt in his lap. The passion in their kiss and the taste of the Prince. Because of Videl, he had tried to tell himself that there was only sex between him and the man in front of him. No connection, no shared need.

But now, what was he to think? He didn't know much about being a Saiyan, but he had felt something then. Something that had driven him to chase down Vegeta for answers and something that had secretly scared him enough to convince himself that it didn't matter. If the same man who had once crossed the galaxy in a need for vengeance could tell him the truth, why couldn't he be honest with himself?

Gohan stared at the ground, his face wrinkled in confusion. He had been raised to always tell the truth and do the right thing. But he couldn't be honest with Videl and himself at the same time—was it better to do the right thing for his girlfriend or for himself?

"Vegeta, I can't. I love Videl. I want to. I really want to keep seeing you, but I can't," Gohan choked on the words, too overwhelmed by Vegeta's words and his own emotions. "I'm sorry, but we have to stop." He felt Vegeta's sudden presence in front of him and he looked up to see the short Saiyan, crouched with arms resting on his knees.

"I know that Earthlings think it is wrong to be with more than one person. But you are a Saiyan, a warrior race that lives for battle. Our people didn't have the luxury of living in peace, so that sort of relationship was exceedingly rare. I am not going to tell you how to live your life, just give you the information to make a choice," Vegeta said in a quiet, steady tone.

Studying him intensely, Gohan wondered if it was really that simple. 'Well the Saiyans did it, so you can too!' It sounded like an ad on tv trying to sell you some wonderful product or something. It did sound nice after all, to have his cake and eat it too. Part of him wanted to call the number on the bottom of the screen and order right away.

"I understand you, but I'm also human. I can't just pick which convenient parts of my heritage I want to follow," Gohan shook his head. He didn't want this conversation to continue, it was too hard to keep resisting Vegeta—especially now that he was close. That well-trained body on display, he only had to lift a hand to touch the tanned skin.

"Tch, Kakarot was also raised on this planet. Yet he has no problem leaving his family in his pursuit of training. He acts more like a Saiyan than he realizes," Vegeta snorted.

Eyes widening in surprise, Gohan stared at the Prince. "What did you just say?" Gohan asked carefully, wanting to confirm how carefully Vegeta had chosen his words.

"That he intentionally abandoned your family to become stronger…multiple times," Vegeta answered, his eyebrow twitching slightly.

A smile threatened to cross Gohan's face. He was fairly certain that Vegeta hadn't chosen those specific words to push him into the Prince's way of thinking. In fact, he didn't think Vegeta even truly realized what he had said, at least not the implications. 'His pursuit of training.' That was why he had ended up at Capsule Corporation just a few days ago, he own need of training. And a Saiyan never stopped training. Not able to resist the almost giddy feeling inside him, Gohan made his choice.

Leaning forward he cupped Vegeta's face, bringing him close for a kiss. He was grateful that the older Saiyan returned it without hesitation. Gohan was learning to love the way Vegeta kissed: with complete authority and confidence, yet never feeling forceful. He felt hands come to rest on his shoulders before a sudden weight settled into his lap. The teenager didn't mind at all, instead moving his hands from the face of his partner down to Vegeta's waist, pulling the smaller body close.

Running his hands across Vegeta's back, carefully feeling every muscle and scar, Gohan relished each touch. This was the first time they had actually held each other and he didn't mind taking his time. For now at least, since Vegeta's own hands were now exploring his body in an extremely teasing manner. Hearing a low growl, Gohan broke their kiss to see what was wrong, only to see Vegeta rip the shirt off his chest. Vegeta's only response was to smirk, then he pushed Gohan down on to his back and began removing his pants as well.

Eagerly complying, Gohan allowed himself to be undressed, but he wasn't going to let Vegeta have all the fun. Once the Prince stood up to remove his own clothing, Gohan sat up and caught him by the hips. He stared at the older Saiyan's stiff member, briefly wondering how it was going to fit in his mouth. But if Vegeta could do it, then he could too.

"Vegeta, I need some training on this part," Gohan flashed his own smirk before taking the head between his lips. Trying to mimic what Vegeta had done to him, he began to move the shaft in and out of his mouth. Fumbling a little bit, he managed to get into a steady rhythm.

"Hn, then use your tongue and hands more," Vegeta rumbled, running his fingers through Gohan's spiked hair.

Chuckling at his pushy partner, Gohan complied, earning a low moan in response. Tasting the older Saiyan like this was much better than when he had just sampled Vegeta's seed before. It was so much more visceral and intense to know Vegeta's sole pleasure was coming from his mouth. The feeling of that hard cock between his lips only made his own ache more. Even though he was the one on his knees, Gohan felt more in control than he had in any of their other encounters. He could suck a little harder at the end for a moan, use his teeth a little more for a hiss of breath, or use his tongue more to get the neediest of whimpers from the Saiyan. It was much trickier to keep track of his mouth, tongue, and hands than Vegeta had made it seem, but Gohan was enjoying the rush it gave him to experiment like this.

Peeking up to see the effects of his efforts, he saw Vegeta watching him intently through heavy-lidded eyes. The bloom of color in Vegeta's cheeks and his slightly parted lips were hypnotizing. Gohan let out a muffled whimper at the sight. He wanted to remember the way Vegeta was looking at him right now for as long as he lived.

"Not bad, but you will need a lot more practice than that to reach my level," Vegeta chuckled. Gently pushing Gohan's head back, Vegeta freed himself with a devilish grin. "But for now, let's move on." The Prince maneuvered Gohan back into a sitting position and straddled his lap once more.

Suddenly nervous and excited at the mention of moving on, Gohan watched breathlessly as Vegeta grinded their cocks together and began stroking them both in one hand. Feeling their hot flesh rub against each other and Vegeta's bare hand providing an extra sensation was amazing. Yearning for more contact, Gohan was quick to reach and rub his hands over every bit of skin he could find: the tight muscles in Vegeta's thighs, his well-defined abs, his chiseled chest, and his strong arms.

Touching wasn't enough anymore and Gohan leaned his head down to kiss and nip at Vegeta's neck and jawline. The Saiyan let out a purr of approval and pulled one arm out of Gohan's grasp, moving it behind his body.

"I will do the prep work this time, but don't think you'll get off so easy in the future," Vegeta murmured as he exposed his whole neck for Gohan's exploration.

"Wha-? You mean I get to…?" Gohan asked, stunned that the Prince was going to take on a submissive role.

Vegeta looked at him with a smoldering expression and smirked. "Gohan, one day I will do incredible things to your body," Vegeta paused to run his eyes completely over Gohan's figure. "But today is your training, not mine."

A shiver of lust ran through Gohan's body as he was called by his own name; it only intensified with the mental images of him and the Prince tangled in various positions. He pressed their lips back together and greedily pushed into Vegeta's mouth with his tongue, desperate for as much contact with the Saiyan as he could get. Wanting to be inside that heavenly body as fast as possible, he reached around Vegeta and decided to help with the prepping. Bumping into Vegeta's hand as he was stretching himself for entry, Gohan maneuvered his own finger inside.

It was tight and hot and he moaned at the thought of putting his dick inside. Gohan could feel Vegeta's fingers moving to stretch himself to accommodate the teenager and his mind went hazy. He would never forgive himself if he missed this chance to see Vegeta readying himself to be fucked.

"Just a moment," Gohan licked his bottom lip in anticipation. Gently reaching both hands to hold the Prince by his thighs, he lifted Vegeta off his lap and laid the Saiyan down on his back. Then grabbing a leg and lifting it high enough in the air to twist Vegeta on his side and spread that firm ass for a good view, Gohan licked along the lean calf muscle of Vegeta. "Continue," he whispered against that tan skin.

"Hn, you'd better not be so eager that you cum immediately," Vegeta chided him with a cocky grin as he resumed stretching himself.

"We'll see," Gohan quipped back with a half smirk. Making no attempt to hide his staring as he watched Vegeta, he whimpered at every movement, picturing it was his dick and not those fingers moving in and out. The Prince was pumping two fingers inside himself, stretching and yearning for what Gohan was going to give him. That Vegeta wanted him so badly, he was willing to finger his own ass in this position—it was the most arousing sight of the night. Wanting to reward the Prince for an amazing show, Gohan began to stroke the Saiyan's dick, smearing pre-cum along the shaft as he matched the pace of Vegeta's fingers.

Vegeta's hips rocked in response and he moved his hand away from his opening, pulling his leg from Gohan's grip and sitting up. Moving as though he was going to straddle the teenager's waiting cock, Gohan grabbed him and stopped him from settling down.

"Wait, I want to see you on your knees, Vegeta," Gohan purred into the older man's ear. A sound of approval rumbled deep in Vegeta's chest and he moved out of Gohan's lap before flipping onto his hands and knees.

"I'm not your human woman," waving his perfectly sculpted ass high in the air in a teasing manner, "You'd better not hold anything back with me."

Gohan had to squeeze the base of his cock tightly while he watched the erotic display, suddenly mourning that Vegeta no longer had a tail. Promising himself that getting all their tails restored would be his very next wish on the Dragon Balls, he moved into position behind the Prince. Guiding his dick into the tight ring, Gohan could feel Vegeta tense underneath him. He waited a second to see if the Prince would protest, but getting no response, he pushed further inside.

Not able to hold back the groans, Gohan gripped onto Vegeta's slender hips tightly. He skin was burning and the tight passage was sucking his cock further inside. Pushing all the way inside his partner, he ran his hand gently across Vegeta's back, hoping it would make the tense figure relax.

"I told you not to hold back," Vegeta snorted, rocking his body forward and then back to pump Gohan's large cock inside himself.

Grabbing the shorter man by his hips, Gohan thrust deep inside with a short growl. "I promise I won't, my Prince." He grinned as Vegeta froze in surprise at his title being called. Deciding to take advantage of the brief pause, he drove hard into that welcoming ass. Waves of intense pleasure radiated through his body each time he dove into that that blissful heat. He kept his promise of not holding back, giving Vegeta his full power with every movement he made.

In turn, the Prince welcomed him by matching Gohan's momentum with his own. It was definitely not a one-sided performance; Vegeta was giving as much as he took. Gohan grinned in pleasure at the beautiful way their bodies fit together—Vegeta's compact size complementing his taller, lean body perfectly. That he had almost let himself miss out on this experience only made Gohan revel in its deliciousness even more. Moans were freely escaping both their lips as Gohan pushed every inch of himself over and over into Vegeta.

With one hand on the Prince's hip to keep his steady pace, Gohan's other hand roamed over Vegeta's back—lightly racking his nails over rippling muscles. This perfect body was his now, only he could enjoy it like this. An image of Vegeta and Bulma briefly flashed in his mind and he growled in response. No matter what those two did together, she couldn't satisfy the Prince the way that he could: the way that only a Saiyan could. Gohan smiled at the victory only he was aware of and refocused himself on the man beneath him.

Every single thing about Vegeta was a turn on for him. That incredible body; the way Gohan could tell that he was trying to hold back his moans, but couldn't; that even on his knees, he still tried to be in charge; and the utterly amazing sight of Gohan's pale cock sliding in and out of his tan cheeks.

It was a testament to Gohan's self-control that he had lasted this long. Each movement took the boy closer to completion, even though he desperately wished it could last forever. Every sound that poured from Vegeta's mouth pushed him closer to the brink. His hips were crashing against Vegeta's with each powerful thrust and his need for release was almost suffocating.

Without warning, he pulled completely out of Vegeta. Grabbing tightly onto the Prince's legs, Gohan quickly flipped the smaller figure over on his back. Vegeta looked like he was about to angrily protest, but Gohan drove deep inside him again—changing Vegeta's growl into a moan of pleasure.

"I couldn't resist seeing your face," Gohan smirked at the glower he was receiving. Pulling one leg tight against his abdomen and wrapping his other hand firmly around Vegeta's dripping cock, Gohan began to pound into that tight heat as hard as he could. Seeing Vegeta writhe and arch his body under the powerful movements, Gohan had to bite his lip to keep himself in control. He wanted to explode and was panting heavily from the exertion of not giving in just yet.

"Vegeta," was all he was able to say without breaking his concentration. Hoping the man got the message, he pumped the Prince's dick faster, trying desperately to bring him to completion first. Feeling the already taut body beneath him, tense even more, Gohan watched the Prince with anticipation. Vegeta gritted his bared teeth as he whipped his head back and forth from the deep thrusts. Eyes rolling back, Vegeta's whole body stilled for a fraction of a second, before Gohan saw him splatter both their bodies with his milky cum.

The sight and knowledge that Vegeta has just orgasmed from Gohan's cock being deep inside him was like an overload to Gohan's system. He wanted to hang on, wanted to enjoy the way Vegeta's body pulled him in even tighter now, but it was too overwhelming to continue. With a lusty growl he pushed as deep as he could go inside the Prince and let his own load go with a shudder.

Body trembling, he pulled out of Vegeta and collapsed on the ground next to him, heaving for air. Looking at the man next to him also taking in gasping breaths, Gohan couldn't resist nuzzling his head into the crook of Vegeta's neck as he tried to recover from the intensity he had just experienced. Vegeta was too out of breath to comment, instead just putting a hand on Gohan's cheek in acceptance. They both lay there in silence as they slowly regained control of their bodies; their simple touch being the only communication that they needed. After a few minutes passed, Vegeta gently extracted himself from Gohan and sat up. Locking eyes with the half-Saiyan, he spoke in a serious tone.

"Gohan, you can give your woman all of your human self you want. But only give your Saiyan side to me."

Sitting up, Gohan vowed, "Yes, my Prince," before nibbling at Vegeta's neck.

"About damn time you acknowledged it," Vegeta said with a smirk, capturing Gohan's face and kissing him slowly. Their tongues met in a gentle melding, not the passion-fueled lust of earlier. After being satisfied, Vegeta pulled back and stood. "Let's go, there is plenty of time for more training later," he murmured, letting just the tiniest bit of disappointment into his voice.

Gohan nodded and moved to get dressed. He knew his mother would be on official panic mode since he was gone all night, but everything that had just happened was worth the tantrum she would throw when he came back. Frowning at his torn shirt, he wondered if it looked worse to go home with no shirt or one that was completely ripped in the front. Deciding to just make up a story about giving it to someone worse off than him, he left it on the ground.

Glancing over at Vegeta, he couldn't help but snicker at the idea of the proud man strolling through the front doors of Capsule Corporation in nothing but his tight underwear. 'It would almost be worth an extra scolding just to see the expression on everyone's faces!' But he knew it would be a little too suspicious to show up shirtless with an almost naked Vegeta after being gone all night.

Vegeta shot a glare his way, but still stole one last kiss before flying off with a nod of his head. Gohan watched him gracefully move through the air before also taking flight. He sighed happily, today was the best day of his life. How many people on this planet could have the two perfect lovers that he had? One who stirred his loving human emotions and he could be gentle and tender with. And one who stirred his primal Saiyan instincts and who he would never have to hold back with. One to live an outward romantic relationship with and one to give him a secret training that no one else in the universe could give him.

Gohan changed his mind. It wasn't the best day of his life because it could only get better from here. It was just the start of the best life he could hope for.

The End

A/N: I just wanted to thank everyone who gave this story a chance! I know I have a lot to improve on still, so I appreciated all the comments and feedback I received! I know it's not a popular pairing, so it made all the support that much more meaningful! It warms my heart to know there are still DBZ yaoi supporters out there! :D