A/N: I don't own DBZ. Rated R

Triangle of Kisses

Chapter 3

Eyes ablaze, Vegeta set his sights on his lover fresh from the shower with only a towel wrapped around his slender hips. His sights shifted to the other on their bed. He could feel his own ki rise. He didn't see a face only that this was another male. His blood started to boil inside him. The prince turned his attention back to his mate not shifting to allow the one on the bed to escape. He wasn't finished with him yet. Even though he trusted his beloved, he had no such trust in the other.

"Geta, what's wrong?" Gohan asked a little naive on how the sight must have looked to his lover.

"What the hell is going on here?" The Saiyan prince was seeing red and, as difficult as it was, was holding back the overwhelming desire to kill the male on the bed. He waited patiently, as patience goes for the proud prince.

"It's Mirai Trunks… from future …your son." Gohan was lost. Why was Vegeta so upset?

"Mirai" Vegeta hissed. His attention snapped back, not losing any of its intent, to his son from the future. "Why are you here?" Vegeta was more talking about being in their bedroom alone with his half naked mate, than in this time line.

It wasn't hard to notice the hostility radiating from his father. It was unsettling. "I live here now. I moved back few days ago. I started school with Gohan today. He said it would be all right for me to stay the night" Mirai explained as his father's fist clenched with every word the boy uttered.

Vegeta's attention snapped back to his young lover's movements. The boy was oblivious to the tension in the room. Gohan went to slip the towel from his slender hips, and, in front of Mirai keen blues. Gohan had both men's undivided attention as they watched innocence at its best.

"GOHAN, What are you doing?" Vegeta snapped

"Getting dressed, so I can start tea. Why?" Gohan looked up confused, Vegeta sighed it wasn't often Gohan would show signs of being his father's offspring but this had to be one of those times?

"Mirai OUT! Gohan, don't you DARE!" Vegeta growled as he pointed at the door for Mirai to leave the room. "The brat is downstairs watching TV. GO and stay with him." Vegeta ordered with an outstretched arm to stop Gohan from removing his towel in front of his oldest brat.

Mirai stood up and, with million and one questions coming to mind, frowned at his father. Looking back he found himself lingering over the impressive washboard abs that sculptured the body only an arm's length away. Mirai's blues snapped back under his father's piercing stare.

Vegeta raised a brow warning him to keep walking, or else. Mirai's blues narrowed at his father's threatening stare. Taking one last look at the beauty so close to him, he walked past his father brushing a shoulder on the way out. Once Mirai was safely out of sight Vegeta turned his attention back to his young lover who was looking very confused, "Geta what's wrong? Did I do something?"

Vegeta sighed. He nearly murdered his future son for being in the same room with his half naked lover and the boy stands across from him, still half naked, and asks what's wrong. "Boy, come here." Vegeta asked in a soft tone so as not to upset him.

Gohan, still confused, walked up to Vegeta who encased the boy in his strong arms. "Geta?"

"Shhh. What was the brat doing in here?" Vegeta asked as he held him tight.

"Mirai was just on the phone and I went to take shower. Why?" Gohan asked from his prince's shoulder.

"I see. Well it didn't look like that when I walked in." Vegeta felt Gohan tense and pull away.

"You thought I would cheat on you?" Gohan growled with the surprise that Vegeta would think this.

"No… not you… I don't know what I thought. He was here and you like …like that. What was I to THINK?" Vegeta snapped. The prince looked over at his love, regretting his words as they spilled out. A heavy sigh escaped his lips.

Vegeta went to hug the boy only to have Gohan pull away with dark eyes fixed on the prince. Vegeta knew that look. He was about to get a tongue lashing and he didn't want to get the cold shoulder treatment. It always took Gohan hours to come round after a fight.

"But he's your son" Gohan moved his body from the princes hands.

"I know who he is and we both know you had feelings for him all those years ago." Vegeta growled a little too hard earning him another glare from his young mate. The prince went to pull the boy back.

"What do you want me to say? I have only just seen him today." Gohan shifted out of his arms and pushed away with a frown set on his young face. What did Vegeta want him to say? That he had no feelings when there was tug at the heart when he felt Mirai's blues upon him. Turning away so not to look at the older man, not sure what to say. "I have to do tea. Leave me."

Vegeta watched his mate's movements. The boy's body language was speaking louder than any word. The way the boy wouldn't have eye contact with him, it had hit a sore spot with them both. "I thought as much."

Gohan swung around eyes lit with plea. "Geta"

"You haven't told him about us have you?" Vegeta took a step wanting to hold him close again. He wasn't upset with Gohan. What worried him was Mirai had to come back now and would stir things up when they were so happy.

"No I was hoping you would. I just didn't want to hurt him." Hurt was there. The prince heard it again. It stabbed at his heart as if it was his own pain.

Vegeta saw his cue to move in to hug the boy he loved more than life. "Leave it to me koi. You get dressed. I'll be with the brats downstairs. Pulling away, Vegeta's dark orbs locked with the boy's own. The prince could see relief in those ink pools. A soft warm smile washed over him. Vegeta's eyes wound down to his lovers supple pinks reach out he cupped the boy's chin gently lean to brush those supple lips in a soft moist kiss. "Koi"

Their warmth reached the depths of their soul as they pulled away. "Geta… thank you."

A wave of relief washed over the boy as he watched Vegeta walk out to talk with Mirai. He knew his mate would fix things. He was good like that. Since his father death Vegeta had always been there for him those nights that he would wake up in fright with sweat beading over his young face from his haunted nightmares. His older lover would sooth his pain with single touch a gentle word, washing away the pain, the heart ach. The Saiyanjin prince always knew what words to say and what to do. He will fix everything. Gohan was sure of it.

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Downstairs Mirai had been going over the way his father was behaving and the whole room sharing thing. He pretty much had a good idea what was going on but didn't want to believe it. After all this time dreaming about returning to his chibi's arms to find his father had beaten him to it.

Mirai watched his younger self playing the Playstation. His mind was in overdrive on everything that had happened. He didn't see his father walk up to the couch opposite. "Brat!"

Mirai was snapped out of his thoughts to see his father looking over at him those stern eyes. "Dad what is going on between the two of you?"

Chibi Trunks looked up from his game at the teen and their father. "Mum didn't tell you?" Trunks asked from his spot on the floor.

"Brat, go back to playing your game. Let me deal with this" Vegeta ordered getting a quick reaction from the boy as he spun back to play.

"Gohan is my mate. He has been for four years." Vegeta watched Mirai's reaction turn to realisation.

"But he was just a child. How could you take him as a child? He was too young to know what he wanted!" Mirai felt betrayed and angry that his father had taken his love away from him.

"That's what mum says" Trunks chirped before getting the death glare from his father and turned back to his game.

At that time Gohan came into view in his jeans and t-shirt with a friendly smile washed over his face as he padded his way down the stairs. "I'll get some tea ready. Hello Trunks I'm glad you came. I've missed you." Gohan said with the chibi flying into his arms.

"I've missed you too. Goten said to say hi." Trunks chirped Gohan was like a big brother to Trunks. He felt safe around him and they could talk about anything. Mirai watched as his younger self hugged the other teen. He so wished he could do that so freely. Vegeta watched Mirai. He knew that look from his own desires. He really wished his future son wasn't here.

"Well I had better get tea ready. You go off and play." Trunks jumped down and did as Gohan asked and allowing the teen to go into the kitchen.

Mirai turned back to his father who was looking at him with a deep frown. "So?"

"Gohan was old enough to know what he was doing. You know he is no child, as the ningen call it. He is a warrior, a Saiyan warrior at that and in our race he is old enough." Vegeta snapped.

Mirai turned away with eyes darkened. This was not right. This was not how it was to be. He had had plans and now this. No! He won't let this stop him. He knew some things about his father's home land. His mother had kept his father's diary for him and before his father died in his time line he wrote about his people and their ways.

The lavender prince remembered reading something that he could use when the time was right and his sense were telling him they were near. Lost in thought he leaned his head back on the couch. The two saiyanjin's, father and son, were going over things in their own minds. Both were accomplished warriors in their own right, regardless of timeline, and what they saw now was no different from any other battle strategy. They had one thing in common in their own minds and that was the dark hair teen.

Some time later, with the repetitive sounds of chibi Trunks playing his game in the background only to be broken with the sound of movement in the kitchen as Gohan prepared tea, Vegeta got up and walked into the kitchen. Trunks turned around and looked up at his now so called big brother. "Mirai your in love with Gohan aren't you?"

Mirai looked down at the chibi with a warm smile he nodded "Yes I am." Trunks thought about this then went back to his game. Vegeta, who was in hearing range, heard the teen admitting that he was still in love with his mate. A low growl slipped from his royal lips with the scent of battle filtering through the air before the Saiyanjin prince left to see his mate, his lover, his Gohan.

TBC…