Gohans eyes opened slowly, his lids still heavy from sleeps hold. With a grin, he turned his head to glance at the form laying beside him. Vegeta lay on his side, one arm thrown haphazardly across Gohans chest. In the few months since they had entered the chamber, things had changed, at least to Gohan, on a noticeable level. They spent the majority of the days sparring, their love for battle etched deep in both of their saiyan heritage. Usually, they spent their nights conducting a different kind of training.

At this moment, Gohan was happy in this dimension. While Vegeta's heart was cold, he had softened. They had gone from falling asleep separately, to falling asleep together, usually naked and sweating. Over time, the other bed had gone unused in so long that they almost forgot it was even there. Though he was happy, and still held strong feelings for the saiyan prince, he had kept his thought on the matter internal. He feared rejection if he dared speak of his love again, so in three months, he hadn't voiced it. Since the night in his parents kitchen, he hadn't spoken of his feelings. That had been a dagger to his heart that he had no desire of repeating.

Slowly, as not to wake the sleeping prince, Gohan slid from under him, and stood from the bed. With a backward glance at Vegeta, he made his way towards the bathing quarters. Once inside, he wasted no time in turning the shower to the hottest he could stand and stepped inside, quietly pulling the fogged glass door shut behind him.

Vegeta stirred in his sleep, awakened by the sudden void of warmth beside him. Even in his half asleep state, Vegeta could feel the absence of power in his vicinity. Rolling over, Vegeta slowly peeled his eyes open, squinting against the harsh light. Glancing towards the bathing area, he saw steam rolling out the door and towards the ceiling. He pushed himself up off the bed and lightly placed his feet on the floor. Stretching as he stood, Vegeta took long, but quiet strides towards the sound of water thrumming against tile. Peeking around the door, he peered around the steam-filled room, looking for a sign of life. Once he came to the conclusion that is was safe, Vegeta quietly slipped inside. Slowly, he made his way to the shower door. With absolute silence, he pulled the shower door open just enough to see a sliver of naked flesh under the steaming hot water.

Gohan smiled. This was a waltz they had danced before. He tilted his head back, running his fingers through his hair and down his neck. He turned as his fingers reached his glistening pectorals, the muscles slick with water and rivers of soap. He loved this feeling. He loved it when Vegeta lusted after him. It was the one satisfaction that he had the beauty of shining within, and he planned to take full advantage of it. As his hands snaked lower, he let his head fall forward. Water splashed in waves from his coal black hair, and he glanced up, catching Vegetas eyes with his own. He cocked an eyebrow knowingly, his grin suddenly mischievous. Times like this were what he lived for inside the chamber. Vegeta slobbering after him like a ravenous wolf after a sick and helpless lamb. Gohans lean, lithe and muscular body was flawless and he knew it. He knew Vegeta saw it too.

Gohan watched as Vegeta reached down and grasped his hardening member. Vegeta saw Gohan glance slyly up at him as he stroked himself harder and harder like a crazed animal in heat. Shoving the shower door open further, Vegeta whipped Gohan around and pinned him to the shower wall. Vegeta sunk his teeth into Gohans shoulder as his hand moved from his own member to Gohans growing need.

Vegeta moved his mouth continuously lower on Gohans body, still stroking Gohan as his mouth tasted the younger saiyans flesh. Vegeta's mind was everywhere, in a completely cannibalistic mindset at this point. All he could think about was release. Grabbing Gohans throat, he turned the teen to face him, and then fell to his knees. Without so much as the slightest warning, Vegeta took Gohan entirely into his mouth, rolling his tongue across the smooth, rounded head. Gohan grunted, barely hiding a moan. The prince of the saiyan race may have been on his knees, but they both knew he was in complete control.

Gohan gasped, careful to steady himself against the cool tile wall. He popped and rolled his hips forward, driving his erection into Vegeta's waiting mouth. The room was spinning, his vision blurred. He pushed harder, felt the back of Vegeta's throat against his throbbing cock, and went momentarily blinded by his pleasure. He entangled his fingers in the thick raven tresses, and began to feel himself growing weak. His knees began to quiver, and he shook his head, sending droplets of steaming water spraying in an arch around his head like a halo.

"Stop, Vegeta stop...I'm gonna-"

Vegeta varied his pace with every squirm from Gohan, slow, then fast, then slow again, teasing Gohan along the way. Taking Gohans member into his mouth again, Vegeta flicked his tongue teasingly on Gohans throbbing, hard cock. Vegeta could feel the veins in Gohans cock pulse in his mouth from the surging rivers of blood. Flicking his tongue against the tip, paying close attention to Gohans movements, Vegeta slammed Gohans entire length down his throat a final time. He held Gohans bucking hips against the wall as he brought the teen to climax. Vegeta could feel Gohans body release, and streams of creamy, thick seed spewed into Vegeta's mouth and down his throat.

Gohan gasped, his jaw dropping open as Vegeta stood again, coming face to face with Gohan.

"God! Vegeta, I'm sorry, I-"

Vegeta licked his lips, and smirked slyly as he swallowed Gohans entire load. Gohan felt a shock of disbelief as he watched Vegeta hungrily gulp down his essence. His thoughts raced back to their first encounter. Gohan, an overly eager virgin, had given up far too easily. Vegeta had threatened him, and spat his seed onto the ground as if it had been something foul, not good enough to grace his royal lips. Now he accepted it and drank it like a sweet elixir. Just the thought and sight of it kept Gohan from going soft. Gohans eyes widened in surprise, and before he knew it, Vegeta was turning him, bending him at the waist until Gohan was at his mercy. The water trickled down Gohans back and down his shoulders, and Vegeta could feel his own cock pulsing, begging for climax. Vegeta took himself in his hand, giving a few good, hard pumps before grasping Gohan's hips and plunging himself into Gohans core.

Gohan cried out, his fingers clutching at the slick tile wall. As the days progressed, the prince had been showing him less and less mercy, being rougher and less forgiving. He felt Vegeta's rock hard length slide out and back into him, , and he held himself against the wall to keep from falling into it. Then he pushed as Vegeta pushed, and he felt them moving as one. A dance they had danced before, but this time it was different. Here, in this opposing reality, Vegeta had changed. This was new, as if he had morphed into a completely different person. Here, in this other world, his voice wasn't muffled by fear or the worry of getting caught. Here, in this place, he began to scream with his pleasure.

"Vegeta! Oh god!"

He was shaking, shivering from his emotions and the feeling of being taken and filled by someone he felt this way for. This forbidden longing. At that moment, he felt nothing but courage.

"Oh God, Vegeta! Vegeta..I love you"

Vegeta could feel himself inching closer and closer to climax with every thrust into Gohans body. The boy was wrapped around his member just tight enough to make the pleasure intoxicating. Vegeta could feel himself pulsing inside of Gohan, likely sending small shock waves through Gohans small body. The tension around his member was almost too much for him to bear. As Gohan professed his feelings, Vegeta slammed into him with a final thrust, spewing himself deep within his fellow saiyan. Vegeta chuckled.

"Of course you do"

Gohan arched, feeling Vegeta's cock pumping him full of hot cum. As he came, Vegeta rocked his cock against that spot deep inside, and Gohan slammed his eyes shut, a blinding light flashing like fireworks behind his closed lids. Screaming his lovers name, Gohan came hard, his cock jerking as he sprayed ribbons of cum on the shining tile wall. Spasming violently, he was thrown forward, collapsing on weak legs. On hands and knees, he shuddered, streams of the cooling water running down his back and pooling beneath him. He struggled to catch his breath, groaning. Finally, he sat up on his knees, glancing carefully over his shoulder at his master. Leaning against the opposite wall for support, Vegeta sighed.

"You're learning, runt" Vegeta smirked. "Seems the training has paid off"

Vegeta shook the water from his hair before walking out of the shower. He grabbed a towel, and buried his face in it, not noticing as Gohan stood behind him, and cut the water off. Grinning, Gohan pushed the shower door open, standing with a cool, confident smile on his lips. Though he hadn't returned it, Vegeta has accepted his confession instead of making fun of him. Knowing Vegeta's cold demeanor, this alone, to Gohan, was progress. His grin was maniacal, and when he spoke, his voice was sadistic and full of venom.

"I'm the one whose being trained, Vegeta? Seems to me like you're the one running in here like a puppy after a bitch in heat. Who owns who, prince Vegeta?" He enunciated his final two word's with calculated accuracy, careful and collected. Slipping his tongue across his teeth, Gohan stepped from the shower, never taking his eyes off the man in front of him. Though he had gotten his emotions from his mother, he was still a saiyan.

Masochism was in his blood.

Vegeta perked at Gohans words. He could feel a twinge of anger bubbling beneath the surface, his blood pressure rising.

"What did you just say?" Vegeta growled through gritted teeth.

With an incredible speed, Vegeta was on him, slamming Gohan back, and pinning him against the wall. Gohans head bounced off the tile behind him, slammed hard, but still, he grinned.

"Watch what you say, mutt" Vegeta spat. "Remember your place, half breed. I can build you up as easily as I can destroy you, wiping your insignificant existence from the planet." Vegeta's words came out as exact and calculated as Gohan's own, and it forced a shiver up the youngsters spine. Vegeta growled, his face mere inches from Gohans.

Gohan laughed heartily, his eyes never leaving Vegeta's. One thing he had come to love about the prince was how easily you could get him riled up...in more ways than just one. Gohan felt a knot beginning to rise on the back of his head, but all he acknowledged was the thrill of Vegeta's power level rising.

"Really?" He pushed against Vegetas stone hard chest with his shoulder, knocking him back and off of him. "We've been here for months and you've yet to follow through with any punishments." Gohan pressed his chest against the shorter saiyans and growled back. A bolt of lightning seemed to pass between them, and Gohan felt the air begin to stir. "I'm beginning to think this old dog is all bark...and no REAL bite"

"C'mon Vegeta" He reached out swiftly, grabbing Vegetas head in his hands. Gohan brushed his lips against his masters mouth, and whispered quietly, "Come on, punish me"

The smile that graced the dark prince's mouth was horrifying. Terrible in it's intensity, "So...the little brat wishes to be punished?"

Gohan's smile matched his prince's, wolfish and daring, "Yes. Please?"

Without a word of warning, Vegeta grabbed his prey around the throat, his thumbs digging in to Gohan's bobbing adam's apple. He pressed him back, forcing him against the wall. He pushed, slamming Gohan's shoulder's against the tiles, slick with condensation from the steam. Eyes darting between Gohan's widened eyes and his lips, bitten scarlet and parted just slightly.

"So...the little maggot believes that it is he who own's Vegeta, does he?"

Gohan grinned, his eyes sparkling with his excitement. Though the breath had long been choked from his throat, he nodded carefully, never breaking eye contact. He wanted to be sure that Vegeta understood. A clear and true challenge.

Leaning forward, his nose wrinkling in a look of utter discontentment, Vegeta shook his head...Slowly...methodically.

"From day one, you've been my little bitch. A punching bag and a whore...but now you think-truly-that it is YOU who own's ME?"

Again, Gohan nodded, his smile lifting even farther. Within the time they had been in the chamber, Gohan had learned exactly what to say to get his way. Something he never thought, even in his darkest dreams...that pain would be his biggest desire. Was it the saiyan within him? The warrior? Or was he really, truly an owned man?

A sudden wave of frustration flooded Gohans body and he pushed back, knocking Vegeta back and off of him.

"Stop stalling, old man!"

Vegeta's power level spiked dangerously, and Gohan could see the excitement in his features, "Stalling?"

A nod, and Gohan's smile became darker...sinister. "What's the matter, Vegeta? You scared? You're such a powerful warrior... hurt me!"

Vegeta glanced towards the door, practically vibrating with emotion. "You don't know what you're truly asking for...mutt"

Gohan leapt forward, both hands squarely on Vegeta's chest, driving him away. "Come on! What are you waiting for?!"

Vegeta's grin fell, turning into a sneer of distaste, "Don't fuckin' put your hand's on ME, boy!"

With a bark of laughter, Gohan jumped forward once more, his fist cocked, coiled like a cobra ready to strike. Before Vegeta could say another word, he struck, his fist connecting with a solid 'thump' to the side of Vegeta's dumbstruck face.

"I'll put my hand's wherever I want to! What are YOU gonna do about it?!"

His heartbeat in his ears, he took a single step forward, "Listen...Gohan" Vegeta's word were low, acidic and venomous.

Gohan threw his fist again, this time square in the middle of the prince's chest, his grin never falling. Pride had taken him and twisted him into a monster out for his next hit of adrenaline. Part of him, a small voice in the back of his mind, protested. What was he doing? How far would he push this? Vegeta could hurt him, and badly. He knew it, and still he pushed.

This time in the chamber with the prince of his race had changed him. Slowly but surely it was changing him. Twisting him into something darker.

A sudden deafening bang sounded around the room, and Gohan flinched back, taken by surprise. A golden glow suddenly lit the room, and Gohan had to squint against the brightness. Electricity whipped the air, and Gohan felt his heart drop into his stomach. Perhaps he had pushed one button too many...

Vegeta's eyes, deathly white and fixed, found their target, and Gohan gulped thickly. The next few seconds were a blur, and when Gohan finally regained consciousness, he was on the ground, a pile of rubble surrounding him. Slowly, he opened his eyes, and nothing but an intense white light shone around him.

'Oh great...i'm dead...' was the only thought that entered his troubled mind. 'im an idiot'

He inhaled sharply, and a radiating pain hit his chest. He hissed in pain, a hand flying up to his side. His ribs protested loudly. "Great...broken ribs, just what I needed" Placing one hand flat on the ground he pushed, struggling just to sit up.

Before he could get a grasp on his surroundings, he was slammed back down, onto his spine. He let out a grunt of surprise, stars dancing across his vision. Slowly, through his blurred vision, Vegeta came into focus.

"You ask for pain, runt?"

Slowly, despite his inner protests, Gohan nodded. He was rewarded with a sharp backhand across the mouth. An explosion of blood filled his mouth. He whimpered, screwing his eyes tightly shut.

"I'll make you regret your words." Vegeta's voice was a low growl, and it caused a shiver to race up Gohan's spine and slam into his skull.

Again, Vegeta's fingers found his windpipe, quickly and effectively squeezing all of the air from his lungs.

Slowly, Vegeta leaned down to him, his mouth nearly resting against his earlobe when he next spoke, "Look at you, weak little piece of garbage. Pathetic and utterly worthless..." A chuckle, and then "Just like your clown of a father"

Gohan felt a jolt to his system, like he had grabbed onto an electric grid. His entire body went rigid, muscles tensed as steel cables. His vision throbbed, his heart slamming against his rib cage. The excitement drained from his mind like water from a cracked bathtub, and he was left with another, stronger emotion. Rage.

He brought his hands up, wrapping shaking fingers around Vegeta's thrumming forearms. Pulling back, he managed, but barely, to pull the prince's fingers from his throat. Gohan gulped audibly, and when he spoke, it was a pained whisper, "don't...talk about...my father"

Vegeta coughed a bray of laughter in the teen's bruised face, "Your father...is a joke"

Slowly, the electricity pounding within Gohan began to spark outwards, radiating out from every limb, coursing through his system and trickling out into the air surrounding him. It pulsed through his body, his muscles twitching and bulging as it filled his body. It sparked across his forehead, his hair stiffening, lightening from root to tip until it stood on end, sharp spikes jutting from his scalp.

The energy exploded from within him in a wave like an atomic bomb, radiating from within him and washing the ground and air around him. A scream erupted from him, an uncontrollable, violent note, rising in volume as it lowered in pitch until the ground around him shook from his wrath. His spine bent at an impossible angle, arching until his shoulders lifted from the ground and bent painfully.

In one swift, undetectable motion, he brought his legs up, beneath Vegeta and placed his feet solidly on Vegeta's heaving chest. Something within him snapped, and he thrust forward with all of his strength, throwing Vegeta back and off of him.

With a cry of pain, Vegeta struck a nearby wall and bounced off like a child's plaything. The pain split his skull like he had been struck with an axe, and his mind raced in circles.

Maybe...just maybe...he had pushed too far?

He pulled his legs beneath him, shakily standing on two quivering legs.

He ran a hand through his stiffened blonde locks and slowly turned to face the little brat, and an overwhelming anxiety smacked him in the heart. When he raised his eyes to catch Gohan's, he felt real fear. For the first time in a long time.

"Don't fucking talk about my father!"

The young Saiyan's voice echoed around them and nearly made Vegeta flinch. Though he would never show it...

Gohan charged forward, the air heavy around him and thick with his anger.

Vegeta noticed too late what was about to happen. Gohan threw a punch to his gut that doubled him in half and caught the air from his lungs. His breath was forced from his in a surprising whoosh. He bent double, clutching his throbbing abdomen. He forced a chuckle and glanced up at Gohan with a smug grin.

"Finally, I get a real rise out of you, boy"

"You shut your mouth!" Gohan roared, erupting forward once more, catching Vegeta just under the chin in an uppercut that drove the older saiyans teeth together with a sickening clatter. Pain hit his brain like a Mack truck, and before he could think, he was flat on his back. He forced himself to sit up, at least, and when he looked at Gohan again, the boy's eyes were shadowed by a strong emotion.

Vegeta felt blood filling his mouth, and leaned to the side to spit, his blood splattering across the floor. How could he have let it get this far? Did he really believe that Gohan would never fight back?

He pushed himself forward, falling onto his hands and knee's. His head swam with swirling light and darkness. His mind was fighting to black out, save himself from the pain, but his pride would never allow it. Hanging his head, the blood pooled from his mouth, dripping to the floor where it formed a puddle quickly.

Vegeta brought a shaking hand to his face, swiping the back of his fist across his lips. It came away smeared crimson, just as he knew it would.

His mind was filled then, with a single, troubling thought.

He had gone too far.

His plan was falling apart. Exploding in his face.

He had fucked up.