Title: Desire and preservation

Rating: M for lemon moments

Pairings: VegetaxGoku, Mirror TrunksxGohan, Chibi TrunksxGotan,

Saiyans almost never mate outside their race, females are rare if not unheard of. In fact until Vegeta heard about Gohan's wife Videl was pregnant with a girl he wasn't even sure females were possible. It disgusted him that the last two truly mature Saiyans had polluted the bloodline with half-breeds. Trunks, his son existed merely because Vegeta had gone into heat due to stress rather then nature and Bulma had been around. After the child had been conceived, the desire to protect his dying race from extinction faded. He was left with disgust for himself, when his heat kicked last time he had had Nappa who was unfortunate infertile like Raditz.

Either brats were made by going into heat with another Saiyan or through Cloning or non-natural contraception. Going into heat happened around every twenty-two years, if one didn't have a mate then it wasn't that bad. If you did not…well you could end up in a bad way.

Goku was obviously not infertile, he had two children with that harpy Chi chi. Third-class Saiyan Goku maybe but he deserved better then her. To be able to fuse bespoke of a connection, a bond between two Saiyans. Prince Vegeta wasn't second to anyone but Goku's power was greater then his, he knew he was coming into his heat. The probability of Goku coming into heat too was great, he was surprised Gohan hadn't come into heat yet. Or was that how Pan came into existence? He could see a connection growing between his son Trunks and Goku's brat Goten; not that he had a problem with it. As he saw it Saiyans should be with Saiyans.

There was a loud alarm, "Warning Temporal Disturbance. Warning Temporal Disturbance. Take a precautions."

Vegeta blinked, Temporal Disturbance? It couldn't be, the Mirror Trunks? Had the boy gone into Heat once in his terrible life? He ran to where his son for all intents and purposes might have returned to.

The time ship had crashed on the landing pad, his son's ship. It appeared

The ship opened, a tall boy around twenty or so stumbled out, eyes red, hair drenched with sweat. It hung wild and not in the ponytail he had wore the last time he was here.

Vegeta flew to his side, "Back off the lot of you." Heat, he was certain of it.

Bulma tried to join him at their son's side, "Trunks…"

"Back off woman, you'll only make it worse. Leave him to me." He pulled his son into his arms, "You're safe…"

"Help me Father. I need him…but he's gone…" Trunks clung to his father, his voice devoid of feeling, as if he'd given up.

"Who do you need son." Vegeta asked gruffly.

Trunks' eyes filled with tears, "Gohan…" the painful loss of his intended mate [The only Saiyan Trunks knew growing up] didn't fully kick in until he went into heat for the first time in his life. To lose a mate not a lover was painful, almost enough to shut a warrior's body down if the need couldn't be fulfilled.

Vegeta blinked, "I see…" but that whiny brat was married…it didn't matter. Saiyans were Saiyans, humans views didn't matter. He held his son in his arms and flew them to Gohan's place. He ignored Bulma's yelling for him to return with her/their son.

XoooooX

Gohan was miserable, he hadn't felt like this when he married Videl. She was just like his mother and he assumed he wanted her. His body temperature was far above normal, he'd broken the last three thermometers
he'd tried to use. He'd sent three year old Pan to his parents when he'd began to feel under the weather, Videl was away and he had no idea what was wrong with him. He'd never really gotten sick in his life.

Twenty-two year old Gohan lay panting on his bathroom floor, practically naked. He'd been having dreams…heavily erotic dreams that didn't star his wife. Rather they included someone he hadn't seen since he was nine when the person made one last trip. He thrashed, his body aching, black hair plastered to his head as he lay panting screaming inside for someone he couldn't possibly have. He wanted Mirror Trunks…why he didn't understand. He felt two familiar ki signatures, gasping he crawled to the balcony.

The sliding glass door was thrown open before he could reach it.

Vegeta sniffed, "I see…so you are Saiyan after all."

Trunks shoved his father away, "Mine…" the familiar ki broke through the fever and madness that plagued him.

Gohan was pounced on, he gasped as he felt the weight of another.

They wrestled ripping clothes from each other, rutting against each other as their mouths crashed together.

Vegeta left, seeing his son mate Kakarrot's wasn't something he needed to view. He sat on the building's roof, he would make sure that Videl didn't disturb them. Trunks would probably kill her…that is if Gohan didn't beat him first.