Gohan was relieving his sexual tensions, one of the girls from his magazine; hourglass-figure, bright red hair; was beneath him. They were both on the kitchen table. The smell of the morning's breakfast not fully reaching his sexually obsessed brain at the moment, the young woman under him purred nibbling at his throat moving on to lick the shell of his ear…a deep guttural growl formed in the pits of his stomach escaping from his lips.
The sound of a bowl being placed on the wooden table underneath him resonated to his sensitive ears. He didn't even bother glancing up, instead focusing on the warm body under his own very desiring flesh. He was a sayjin…well partially at least…and that species had a greater desire to go at it like rabbits-or monkeys as was the case here.
There was a carelessly discarded night gown on the floor, with a pair of black boxers haphazardly thrown on top of it.
The girl moaned in pleasure…and as a chain reaction he peaked in his excitement.
His eyes followed the creamy fluid as it arched through the air, and then began a graceful descent; it passed a spoon in its fall…
…And landed directly in the middle of his grandpa Ox King's porridge.
His mother called up from the kitchen stove, voice carrying upstairs to where a teenager was asleep in bed…
Gohan stared at the bowl where it looked like someone had squirted sun cream into the middle of it. His grandpa brought the spoon down from his mouth, and dug out another helping. This time with added 'cream'.
"Hey Chi, thanks for the extra topping!" he beamed happily, forgetting the fact the doctor said he had to watch his sugar intake. Gohan stared in horror as the spoonful rose to his ancestor's parted lips…and shuddered as the slick wet tainted porridge disappeared into Ox King's mouth.
He vaguely realised the girl was gone from underneath him, her naked body no longer sharing its warmth with his, that he was no longer laying on hard wood, but the familiar scent of his bed and its comfort…the odd slick, wet feeling down in his boxers. It took a few moments to realise what had happened.
He considered screaming but that would alert his mother he was awake, and he needed to shower to clean up for breakfast. His stomach growled appreciatively at that thought. Something lower down moaned at the thought of going back to sleep and having that wonderful dream again…
Ten minutes later as he stood in the shower, he realised something. He'd liked it.
Then he remembered something else.
His mother would want his boxers to wash them today. There was a sound in his bedroom.
Gohan screamed bloody murder…his mother did too…
The woes of being a teenaged sayjin…
"BULMAAAAAAAAAAA!" screamed the familiar deep voice of the Sayan prince. He had gone to do his regular morning training in the gravity room and it wouldn't work.
Bulma was busy getting Trunks bathed and dressed after the hot and sticky night, she too was about to take a bath with her three year old troublesome son. She was interrupted by the shouts of her mate from the other side of the corporation.
Smirking she realised he must have been to the training room, late the night before she'd deliberately cut the power to the complex after having a row with her husband over something trivial this then moved on to the bedroom where they had another disagreement; he had drank a can of fizzy drink and discarded the evidence out of the window hitting the gardener… they were on the fourth floor.
One of the main rules of the Briefs household was no food or drink to be consumed in the bedrooms, Vegeta on a regular basis broke this rule; usually getting away with it by hiding the contents elsewhere but Bulma had caught him in the act this time and an argument kicked off.
No sex for them tonight.
Bulma switched the tap off and placed little Trunks in a baby boat in the bath, considering to ignore her husband's anguished cries she continued to proceed with her plans to have a bath; it was his fault the GR had been disconnected and he was not going to get it back until he learnt to obey the rules; he was just like a spoilt little prince…
Stupid baka onna. Thinks she's so smart, I am fully capable of training elsewhere; if it wasn't for being stuck on this mud ball world I would be fine. The only people worthy of fighting here are either dead because of incompetence, or busy dealing with Sayan puberty. Hehe I never want to go through that again… Vegeta thought to himself grinning suspiciously as he made his way into the kitchen of Capsule Corp; to punish Bulma he was going to raid the refrigerator of her favourite chocolate cake.
Continuing to think to himself about his past and how Gohan may cope better if he was to go into outer space; he devoured the monstrous sized chocolate cake. It bought back memories of his teenage period of life; it was a few years after he had been sent away from Vegetasei to work for Freeza…
-Flashback-
Vegeta was 13 years old and watching the Ginyu forces lame attempts to attract females, Nappa was busy in some meeting more than likely with a whore, and Radditz hadn't been seen for several hours. The young Sayan prince was bored stiff; they were all stationed on a Planet quite a few light-years away from the mothership; it was a planet with a tropical climate including regular heavy rainfall which promoted the growth of endless rainforest. The world was populated by an asexual race… of women… however the Ginyu force did not realise this and were hopelessly trying to get into bed with them.
Radditz was previously heard hours before shouting his mouth off about 'lesbians' no one had seen him since, Vegeta pondered on the thought that maybe the Amazonian women had mistaken Radditz for another female after all his long hair was a bit of a giveaway.
Food was becoming quite sparse, Vegeta was sick of eating fruit he was dying for some meat, but the only things they had came across purging the Planet so far was women, trees, insects and more women… Reaching out he grabbed a bottle of beer and guzzled it down, the cold frosted liquid was much needed in the hot and sticky climate of the green planet. After all nobody was around to stop him drinking, looking about he decided to explore his surroundings further.
-End Flashback-
Vegeta mused to himself, what an irrelevant flashback Gohan should go to a pleasure planet; there would be no need for books then, he then looked down and discovered only a couple of crumbs left and some smears of chocolate, satisfied that he had gotten the last laugh he placed the empty plate back in the cold refrigerator and closed the door.
He was just about to make his escape when something large and rectangular caught his eye, it was the box from the chocolate cake, and in huge bold letters he read. USE BEFORE DEC 05 suddenly something seemed wrong. Either Bulma had purchased the cake from a different time line, or he had just consumed something that was two years too old. He knew the answer as he felt a sudden pang in his stomach.
Bulma's bath was disturbed as her husband rushed in and emptied the contents of his stomach down the toilet. She smirked. I knew he'd eat that cake.
After-Chapter Notes:
Hayles: Just as a recap, we don't own Dragonball Z! Rub it in why don't you! If we or I owned it…Sayaman would be banned…
Sarah: If I owned it, there would be plenty more Vegeta/Bulma.
Hayles: Yeah…more Veggie/Bulb action!
Sarah: Don't call her that… makes her sound like a Pokémon…. HEHE told you there were more Vegeta fans out there!!!! Is anyone but you actually a Gohan fanatic??? Let her know.
Hayles: There are Gohan fanatics, just as there are yaoi fanatics…and Kakashi-kun fanatics…
Sarah: Oookay... sowri : - ( what da heck is kakshikun?
Hayles: He's a character from Naruto…he wears a mask. Nuff' said. Oh and then there's L from Death Note… -drool- (this could go on forever)
Sarah: If I owned it I would make a special shower sequence of Gohan in the shower for you Hayles…. Yes I would! Vegeta has one on Z
Hayles: -teary eyed- -Hugs Sarah- I will seriously…drool more than Niagara Falls…
Sarah: Well better be going if we ever wanna get this thing posted let us know what you think!!! Any ideas what you want to happen are so welcome! -) now get your finger on the button at the bottom of the screen and write something… just something ANYTHING
Hayles: Yosh! Reviews! Please! And ideas would be rather useful too come to think of it…Ja Ne!
