*Saiyan translation:

Atamane = more, harder, faster

Warning: Adult male/male themes

Epilogue

He was nervous.

Ever since Vegeta had pulled his struggling father away after he provoked the prince with his raunchy dance moves, Gohan was ill at ease.

And feeling the incredible surges of power coming from the distance for hours now also left the eldest demi more than a little shaken.

Unlike the others who assumed the two saiyans were just going to duke it out over some unfortunate mountain or forest clearing, Gohan knew better.

He had not missed the smells coming off either man or the feral lust shining savagely in Vegeta's unnerving dark eyes or even the way the older saiyan's bulge protruded more noticeably between his strong thighs.

The saiyan prince after all had always been fond of clothes that hid nothing.

Despite his concerns though, Gohan wasn't sure what or if anything could be done. He respected his father and Vegeta way too much to run after them like a scolding mother, but it didn't stop the worried apprehension he instinctively felt now from gnawing at him.

In truth, the last time he had seen that expression on Vegeta's face they were at the world tournament and the prince had just blown away half the stadium.

Gohan silently hoped and prayed that his father knew exactly what he was getting into.

"Pappa?" Gohan was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts by the voice of his daughter.

"Yes, Pan," Gohan replied, looking down with a smile at the youngest Son.

"When is grandpa going to come back?" she asked curiously, then giggled as if remembering something hilarious, "I want him to teach me his funny dance from before."

Oh boy…

"Well Pan, grandpa is busy with Vegeta. Maybe they won't be back until later," Gohan explained, hoping the answer would satisfy the inquisitive girl.

"Is it because grandpa made Vegeta angry?" Pan guessed too close to the mark.

"Uh…Yeah, angry."

"And is that why grandpa and Vegeta made those weird smells and were staring at each other like that?" Pan continued without stopping.

"What?" Gohan was shocked. Pan was extremely perceptive for someone her age, but then again she was 1/4 saiyan and it wasn't such a stretch for her to pick up on saiyan behaviors.

Trunks overhearing what they were saying now eagerly jumped into the conversation.

"What exactly did you smell, squirt?"

"I don't know how to really explain it," She smiled, replying shyly to her uncle's friend, "but it smelled just like the soil in grandma's garden after it rains."

"Hm," Trunks thought for a moment before coming to a conclusion, "sounds like saiyan musk, Pan."

"Musk?"

"Yeah, you know…musk. It comes off their tails and it's a chemical that saiyans use to communicate things with."

"What kind of things, Trunks?" Goten interrupted, suddenly interested as well.

"Ah well…they musk when they're in danger or upset or even when they're horn-"

"Trunks, that's enough," Gohan stopped him before the teen could bring up the last point, a crimson blush now hotly fanning his cheeks.

Trunks coughed and seemed to catch the hint as he quickly took a peek in Pan's direction, but Gohan's little brother was another thing entirely.

Goten guffawed loudly and clapping his best friend on the back said, "Even when they want to have sex?"

Trunks smiled crookedly, "Sure."

"Goten!" Gohan gave him a death glare before dropping his voice really low, "Don't say things like that in front of my daughter."

Pan just tilted her head to the side and was a bit baffled at this point.

But all mixed breed saiyans and humans alike suddenly stopped in their tracks and stood at attention. Two huge kis coming from the direction of Goku and Vegeta's location were felt by all as the earth shook with the force of a massive crippling quake.

"Is that what I think it is?" Goten whispered in surprise, breaking the tense silence that had fallen over them all.

"Goku just transformed into a SS3," Piccolo announced, gracefully entering the fray and landing a few feet away from the group.

Of course…he probably felt it from the lookout and came as fast as he could fly, Gohan mentally noted.

"Hey Piccolo."

"Gohan."

The namek was a man of few words.

"Wow," Trunks mumbled, "Goku and Dad must really be going at it, huh?"

Gohan choked and Piccolo gave the young Briefs a dubious look.

"You could say that, Trunks," the namek spoke with a hesitant smile and Gohan could swear the normally green man had a slightly purple tint to his cheeks.

Did Piccolo have the same impression of what was going on as him?

Looking up suddenly into the eyes of his old friend and teacher, the oldest demi confirmed his recent suspicion as he could practically read the truth from their shrewd depths.

"But wait," Goten jumped in again, "I feel two kis that are at that same power level."

"Two?" Trunks sputtered, "You mean Dad turned into a SS3 just like Goku?"

Piccolo raised a brow as Gohan's ever present blush intensified.

"Say why don't you two go and see what they're doing," Piccolo suddenly proposed, knowing full well what the two saiyan warriors were actually up to.

"Piccolo," Gohan called out, shuffling his feet nervously, "Do you really think that's a good idea?"

Damn right it is, the namekian inwardly mused, if it puts a stop to what those furry tailed monsters were currently doing with each other.

The noise and power coming from the two saiyans had disturbed his peaceful meditation earlier on the lookout. When Piccolo had asked Dende about it, the guardian just blushed and explained what he had sensed happening down below on the earth.

Piccolo remembered feeling disgusted by the prospect and thankful to the kais his people were all asexual.

"Yes," Chi-Chi's angry voice broke through everyone's quiet mood, "Go bring that degenerate of a father you have back here this instant. He promised me this wouldn't happen again and he's been gone for hours now."

"Well Chi-Chi, you can't blame Goku entirely. My husband was the one who dragged him off to kami knows where," Bulma spoke up, glancing between Goten, Chi-Chi, and her own son before suggesting, "Trunks can go too."

"Sure Mom," the teen stirred, secretly very curious about the fight between his dad and Goku, "Come on Goten, let's go check it out."

"Yeah Ok," Goten replied as they both took to the air and flew off in an instant, heading rapidly toward the area where they felt the energy of the two saiyans the strongest.

"This is going to be interesting," Gohan mumbled, staring questionably at a now smug looking Piccolo.

He never figured the namek to be such a sadist; Gohan had a feeling that if his younger brother and Trunks found the two adults together they were going to get quite the eyeful.

Sighing, the eldest demi sent out a silent prayer for the two teens, hoping they would not be traumatized too badly by it.

Meanwhile, Goten and Trunks had flown a short distance of about five miles from the Son property before they felt the concentration of kis near a dense forest of evergreens.

Touching down, the two curious teenagers surveyed the area and stood just outside a thicket of trees straining their ears to catch the sounds they had both heard echoing from within.

Alerting Trunks, Goten could swear he heard shouting and growling right next to a small opening in the forest about ten feet away, but the sounds were more reminiscent of wild animals at a zoo than actual people.

Nonetheless, that is where the two friends felt the ki of their fathers' the strongest and they proceeded with caution toward the nearest evergreen shading their view of the small clearing just beyond.

"Atamane, Vegeta!" Goku's clear shout carried to the teens even through the forest canopy surrounding them along with a deep growl responding savagely back.

"Hey Goten," Trunks looked to his friend and asked, "What do you think our dads are doing making all that noise?"

Moans and shouts could clearly be heard as well as a slapping noise that sounded like two bodies hitting against each other.

"Um, I don't know man, but it doesn't sound normal for them. And what the hell does atamane mean? Is that a saiyan word or something? Your dad said something to mine in saiyan right before he dragged him away before, right?"

Atamane Trunks pondered; maybe it's a battle cry or something,

"Gote-"

"More," interrupted the roar from Goku, "Harder, I need it…right there…so good, Vegeta."

The next words Trunks had planned to say never emerged as he stared in shock at the forest clearing where he suspected their fathers were enjoying a round of loud, vocal sex.

"Dende-sama," Goten exhaled in disbelief, "What are they doing?"

Goten, followed closely by Trunks, now ran past the bushy evergreen shading their eyesight determined to find out what all the noises and shouting by their fathers really meant.

As the first to reach the clearing, Goten glimpsed a sight he would need industrial strength bleach to wipe from his mind. Frozen in place, he barely felt the impact as Trunks barreled right into him from behind.

"Goten, what did you see?" Trunks began but froze in equal horror when he saw their dads tangled together on the mossy ground in the middle of a mind blowing romp.

"Oh, Shit," the lavender haired demi muttered, eyes wide and cheeks blushing darkly.

The elders didn't even look up or notice their sudden intrusion as the shouting and growling continued, words coming out of both men that would make a seasoned whore blush.

His father was sitting back on folded legs while Goku straddled his lap and squeezed the sides of his slighter torso with long, burly thighs. The younger man's arms were looped around Vegeta's neck, his chest and head of spiky disheveled hair arching backwards in the throw of his passion.

Both men had their eyes tightly shut and Vegeta's hands that held the waist of Goku were roughly shoving the earth saiyan up and down on his rock hard dick.

Still frozen in place and unable to speak. Both teens watched in deep astonishment as Goku's back arched further and Vegeta snarled and bared his sharp canines every time he brought the muscular body of his subject down onto the base of his cock.

Finally with a thunderous roar of Goku's saiyan name by Vegeta, both men's faces twisted into a throw of absolute bliss as they howled and reached their climax together, Goku's hard cock shooting out a white stream of cum all over the chest of his royal lover.

Some moments after, which felt like an eternity to the teens, twin heartbeats now quickened as they collectively held the breath in their throats and waited for the sated men to notice their uninvited presence.

Goku was the first to recover from their intense bout and heaving deep breaths into his lungs collapsed forward onto Vegeta and panted heavily against the older saiyan's shoulder.

Vegeta held Goku loosely by the waist while he recovered his own breath, occasionally nuzzling into his lover's neck to catch a sample of their combines scents and musk still lingering there.

Their frenzied state had resulted in the two men dropping their guard momentarily, but suddenly feeling the back of his still impaled lover stiffen, Vegeta took notice of two strong and familiar kis right next to the trees that opened up to the clearing they were resting in.

Looking past Goku's shoulder, Vegeta noticed their two teenage sons gaping at them wide eyed and mouths hanging open in deep shock.

"Looks like we have an audience, Kakarot," Vegeta chuckled darkly into the neck of his lover as he caught the eyes briefly of a blushing Goten and Trunks.

Goku having realized just what Vegeta meant by audience also blushed furiously against Vegeta's shoulder, craning his neck to catch a glimpse of the two teens whose eyes were now darting from their faces to where the two men's bodies were still joined together.

Of the two boys, Goten was the first to break out of his stupor and began stuttering at the two lovers still in denial of what he had witnessed between them.

"Vegeta…You…dad…," Goten motioned with the wave of his hand at the adults, "you have your… in his…and you guys were…Oh my God."

The poor demi could not even speak a full sentence as he continued to stare at the physical connection between his father and Vegeta, "Why?" he whined desperately.

Glancing at his best friend, Trunks appeared to be in equal stupefied surprise but his gaze was now held at eye level with his father's, trying not to look down where Goten had just wildly gesticulated to.

This, the lavender haired teen thought, will likely scar me for life.

"Yes, boy." The prince replied with dark pleasure, his obsidian eyes fixing the young Son as he spoke, "I have my dick in your father's ass."

To prove his words true, Vegeta bucked upwards into the tight heat of his saiyan lover making the squirming Goku shudder in bliss, "and I just fucked him good and hard with it."

"Why? Ask your father. I could hardly hear anything from all the screaming he was doing in my ears earlier."

"Vegeta!" Goku scolded with growing embarrassment that made his deep blush spread down his entire face and neck.

This whole situation was awkward enough for their young sons after all. Looking at Goten's face, he could tell the poor boy was still trying to process what had just happened here.

"Dad?" Goten looked to his father for some semblance of sanity to the whole situation. As far as he knew the man was straight and loved his mother so why had he and Vegeta-

"Well… how to explain," Goku started to speak, reaching behind his head with an arm and scratching in his customary nervous gesture, but came up with nothing but "it's complicated," he smiled nervously at his son who didn't look convinced by that answer, then added lastly "I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's a saiyan thing."

As if that explanation would answer the world's problems, Goku chided himself, but it was the truth as far as he knew.

Besides, Goku wasn't even sure how to begin explaining saiyan mating to his son and Trunks. Vegeta was really the best person for such lessons.

Looking to his new lover for some help, Goku's eyes must have screamed Help me, Vegeta because the man suddenly took pity on him and elaborated.

"Yes, Kakarot is right. It is a saiyan thing," he said eyeing both teens, "Our home planet had like a 70% male population before it was destroyed. There would be a lot of lonely saiyans left if they only desired females to bed."

"So are you trying to say that all male saiyans are bisexual, dad?" Trunks broke out of his shock and finally had the courage to ask beside his friend.

"Hn, these human words," Vegeta snorted derisively to himself but continued.

"In a manner of speaking, Yes. Although it's perfectly normal for saiyans and we don't call ourselves bisexual or by any other labels these earthlings are so fond of."

Encouraged by his usually aloof father's open dialogue, Trunks ventured to ask another question that was currently bothering him and weighing on his mind.

"So does this mean Goten and I will have similar feelings towards each other one day?" asked the suddenly shy teen stealing glances at his best friend from the corner of his eye.

"Eh?" Goten squeaked in surprise, suddenly blushing scarlet and staring at Trunks with a worried look in his eyes.

"Possibly," his father answered giving him a knowing look.

"Do you have those feelings for the brat now?" Vegeta continued, chuckled at the indignant look on his son's face.

"Kakarot and I can give you a few pointers if you like." The prince offered, watching in satisfaction as both boys now paled and coughed nervously into their hands.

"Or perhaps something more," Vegeta pointedly fixed them both with an intense stare, gauging their reaction to his offer, "visual would work best."

"What do you mean?" Goten nervously asked, suddenly distrusting of the low, feral tone the prince used to speak with and the disquieting look now coloring his gaze.

Trunk's dad had all the appearance of a hungry predator waiting for the right moment to strike and devour its prey and it was making the young teen shiver in fear.

Oh, this was entirely too much fun…

Vegeta's lips slowly curved, smirking darkly at the nervous teenage son of his lover, eyes twinkling with perverse pleasure even as he spoke again.

"I mean," Vegeta emphasized, "we can show you both how it's done if you want - a live demonstration if you would. Since you both enjoyed watching me pound Kakarot's ass so thoroughly before."

Oh, for the love of…

"Um, Vegeta," Goku, who had sat in the background long enough watching how badly both teens fidgeted and squirmed in discomfort, gave the prince a sheepish look hoping he wasn't serious about letting them observe their intimate moments.

"No way, Vegeta," Goten sputtered in outrage and shock, glancing between both pure bloods like they had sprouted a second head.

Vegeta now made a show of grabbing his lover's firm butt cheeks and slowly lifting Goku off his semi hard cock inch by inch, observed wickedly the thunderstruck faces of the two who so rudely interrupted their delicious little romp before, as he sat the younger saiyan back down over his legs in a looser embrace.

"Come on, Goten, I think we should go now," Trunks gave his friend a not so gentle push towards the direction they had come from.

"Suit yourselves then," Vegeta crooned at the two boys, before dabbing an index and middle finger languidly across his own chest and collecting some of Goku's glistening release still splattered there.

Lashing his tail and fixing the two teens with one last gluttonous stare, Vegeta slowly brought the fingers up to his mouth and began thoroughly licking them clean making sure to catch even the smallest amount pooling under his nails.

"Hmm," he moaned deep with obsidian eyes rolling to the back of his head, pleasure coursing through him as if he was sampling the most exquisite of delicacies on his tongue, "So good."

Goten looked on in complete revulsion as Vegeta finished licking his father's cum off his soaked fingers, twitching nervously where he stood and eyeing his equally disturbed friend for some kind of lifeline to this perverted display.

When none came, both demis turned and suddenly fled like a burning fire was singeing their young backsides, the howling laughter of the saiyan prince following their every step.

"Vegeta, I don't know if they will ever recover from what they saw us doing."

Goku groaned nervously, watching in growing concern as Goten and Trunks bumped into each other repeatedly in their haste to get as far away from their horny fathers as quickly as they could.

"Tuh, Serves them right, nosy little punks," Vegeta rumbled staring at Goku's red stained cheeks in amusement before leaning over and planting a kiss on the man's luscious lips, moaning as he felt his lover happily starting to respond.

Goku, while still flushed from embarrassment at being caught by their sons having sex and enduring all those uncomfortable questions, didn't hesitate returning the kiss with equal fervor, twisting his head to press into Vegeta's lips more firmly as each strived to outdo the other with their passion, tongues and sharp fangs suddenly clashing and exploring every crevice.

Minutes later after each had their fill of each other's warring tongues and hot mouths, Vegeta reluctantly pulled away to stare into the eyes of his trembling lover.

"Kakarotto," he purred seductively at him, "I would like an encore of that little dance you did for me earlier."

A lustful gleam shone in the otherwise hard eyes of the saiyan prince as he leaned forward once again, lips reaching the shell of Goku's ear.

"But this time, leave your clothes off. I want to see that fine tail of yours bounce without them."

Oh, Kami-sama, Vegeta…

Goku's dick twitched at the prince's unexpected request, his heart thumping erratically in his chest, feeling an involuntary shutter of excitement at the tone of voice Vegeta had used.

With some difficulty and the ache that engulfed his rear making him wince in discomfort, the younger saiyan rose to his feet and presented his tailed posterior to the royal now splayed out on the ground with an expectant look.

Shaky, Shaky, indeed. Vegeta smirked, leaning back and crossing his arms behind his head as he imagined the beat of the song that led to his currently gratified state.

Goku turned, giving his lover a seductive look as he began to dance with enthusiasm and renewed energy. Music played in his mind and Goku could hear and feel the rhythm of the song vibrating throughout his entire body as he moved.

As the minutes passed and he was half way immersed into the song the growling, lust filled sounds emitting from Vegeta's throat were renting the air in their ferocity, and Goku was suddenly sure the prince wasn't going to let him finish his provocative little dance this time around.

Gulping in aroused anticipation, Goku hoped their spouses remained blissfully unaware of their missing presence at the gathering and that their wayward sons would steer clear of the two full blooded saiyans about to start rutting, clawing, and pounding each other like savages for the third time today.