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

Triangle of Kisses

Chapter 7

"Vegeta what's wrong? Where's Gohan?" Bulma asked as she watched her ex storm into the living room. Trunks and Goten had raced out wanting to know the same thing.

"Onna get to the lab now!" Vegeta growled. He didn't have time for all of this. His mate needed him back home and it wasn't good to leave him alone with a fever.

"Vegeta! I'm not budging until you tell me what's going on." Bulma demanded with her hands on her hips giving him a death glare that rivalled his own.

"Gohan is sick. He needs some medication, a sedative or something. Don't just stand there!" Vegeta wasn't hiding any of his concerns from the woman.

"Gohan, sick?" Bulma frowned wondering if she had heard correctly. Her concerns were echoed among the two chibi's that now stood on either side of her looking up at the prince.

"Onna! Don't test my patience." Vegeta growled

Bulma chose to ignore that last bit. She was too concerned about what could be wrong with the boy. "Fine, follow me. What's wrong with him?" She turned and waved her hand for him to follow.

The two boys listened to the adults as they headed for lab. They heard the words fever, dangerous and hurry, from the Saiyanjin. "Trunks, my brother must be really sick?"

"The way dad is going on I'd say yes." Trunks nodded as he watched his mother and father disappear down the hall.

Goten looked at his friend with determination and worry. "I have to go and see him."

"I'll go with you. Come on." The two boys rushed towards the front door not worrying about telling anyone where they were going. As Vegeta was urging for Bulma to hurry the two chibi's headed towards the house in the middle of the forest to check on their friend and big brother.

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"Vegeta is that you?" Gohan, clothed in only his boxers, leaned against the hall wall as another dizzy spell washed over him. He waited for it to pass before he continued his journey downstairs. He could hear rustling and a cold breeze coming from the living room. He slowly made his way down the stairs with his arms stretched out either side of him to steady his steps every time his vision spun. On the last step Gohan placed his bare feet onto the plush carpet. He frowned some to see the front door banging in time with the cold wind that was making its self known. "He left the door open?" The teen made his way over and peeked out side at the building storm with its angry clouds pressing together above his home. It gave out a brilliant glow of powers as the thunder unleashed its deep rumbling as it rolled across the darkening sky. "It's going to bucket down. I hope Geta gets home soon."

The cool air was washing away some of his fever. He found his body was beckoning for him to step further outside to feel that cold breeze on his skin taking some of his discomfort with it as it hit his body. Gohan came up to the edge of the porch. His muscles relaxed some as he watched the storm unfold in all its glory sending birds to search for a safe haven under the cover of trees as they called out their songs, a warning of the approaching danger.

Gohan smiled. He loved it out here. So free, so natural. "You always liked watching storms." The boy spung around sending his vision into protest, his hands covering his eyes as he stumbled back. The teen was stopped by two hands on either side of his arms bringing him up closer. When he moved his hands from his face he looked up to see Mirai standing there with a soft smile. "Not well Koi?"

"Mirai what are you doing here?" Gohan asked looking up into those shining blues full of hope and promise.

"I sensed you were sick so I came over." Not all lies he thought as he held the boy. He could pick up on the boy sickness but he'd been monitoring that since yesterday. He just left out the fact that he had been here since the early hours of the morning hiding, waiting for his chance when the boy would be alone. He could sense it was close now. If he could just get the boy to follow him away from the house away from the other Saiyanjin his goal would be in reach.

"Mirai, Vegeta will be back soon you should leave before he gets here." Gohan could see the danger in him being here so why didn't Mirai?

"Hai I will go but can we first talk?" Blues met with cautious ink pools. "Come, it won't rain yet let's go for a walk. The cool air will help you. It will do you good."

Gohan's dark pools studied the other teen but he couldn't see any sign that he might mean something other than what he had just said. This was Mirai Trunks. Gohan had never known him to lie and he helped protect them from the androids and Cell. Gohan could see loneliness clearly in those friendly blues. "I suppose it won't hurt. But it will have to be quick. Geta will…"

"Hai… I know a place that you can get a great view of the storm and it will keep you dry." Gohan frowned some but nodded.

"Okay." A smirk slipped on Mirai's face as he watched the boy look at him. He could see hesitation but that was taken care of with one of his warm smiles. He watched, feeling great success as the other teen smiled and followed him into the thick of the forest. He knew he didn't have much time but he was praying on the rain to cover up the boys scent as it was getting stronger as Gohan was gettng closer to being in season.

Mentally he thanked his father for writing about his people in the diary that was left for him. It was becoming very useful to him now that he needed to remove his father from the scene.

Gohan was a step behind his lavender friend as they entered the forest. He had to admit he was feeling better out in the cool air but he felt drained. With each dizzy spell he had he felt his ki peak and then go right down making his body feel heavy. It was wearing him down. He hoped that it wouldn't be too far to where Mirai wanted to take him.

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"Where is he Trunks? I have looked everywhere." Goten rushed downstairs after his friend. It was his first time he been to his brother's house so he was following his friend's lead as to which rooms to look in. His mother would be extremely mad if she knew of this visit and he knew he was in the wrong by being there, but he was worried for his brother.

This weighed heavy on him more than if his mother, by the off chance, found him, plus he didn't think she knew where Gohan lived. With that knowledge safely in the back of his mind the chibis dashed into every room searching for the teen.

Goten looked up. Most of the shelving had pictures of him or Trunks in silver frames being showed off proudly for all to see. His brother must really love him he thought. This made his search all that more important. His brother might need him.

Trunks stopped and scanned the area with a frown. "I don't know I can't even sense his ki and when I do it's gone again." Goten stopped next to him with the same look.

"That's strange I feel the same thing but I think it's came from outside. Let's go." Both boys rushed back outside where it was getting darker with the fresh smell of rain threatening to arrive anytime soon.

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"Vegeta! With you standing over me like that isn't make this go any faster." Bulma snapped as she made up a strong medicine for Gohan.

"Hurry up! I have left the boy alone long enough already." Vegeta snapped. He looked over Bulma's shoulder again.

Bulma sighed and shook her head. "Look this as strong as I can make it. From what you told me he will need it. But I think there is more to this than him just being sick. Vegeta, you're hiding something. What is it?" Bulma asked as she waited for the two drugs she used to mix. She looked back at her ex waiting for him to answer. "We have a second before it is ready. So!"

The prince eyes narrowed. "Fine I'll need your help when the time comes so you may as well know everything. Just don't freak out like you ningen do."

"Vegeta spit it out already!" Bulma returned the glare from where she sat.

"The boy is going on heat." Bulma tapped her long fingers nails impatiently. She knew that part already. Vegeta ignored her and went on. "He is a carrier."

"What are you going on about? What the hell is a carrier?" She snapped fed up with his nonsense talk.

"It means the boy can fall pregnant." Vegeta snapped with a fiery glare. For a second Bulma felt she forgot how to breathe and her hearing was failing her.

"I'm losing it or you just said Gohan can fall pregnant?" Bulma shook her head. She was definitely losing it. Not enough sleep that's it. I'll have to lay off those midnight snacks.

"Onna!" Vegeta snapped the woman out of her muttering.

"Well Vegeta it's bit hard to believe. I mean he is a boy for starters and unless he's gone and had some kind of sex…"

"ONNA! Has your ningen brain forgotten one thing? Gohan is Saiyanjin not a ningen." Vegeta growled out as he waited impatiently for the damn medicine to hurry up.

"HE is only half…" Bulma remind him with a glare.

"Well that's all it takes. I'm surprised about this too but that doesn't change the fact." Vegeta was surprised he thought it would be impossible for a hybrid but the boy must have more Saiyan blood in him than he thought. "Now, is that thing done?"

"Huh yes." Bulma frowned. Everything was a bit of a blur at the moment.

"Good! Hand it to me!" Vegeta was more abrupt than normal but he didn't care. He wanted to get back to the one who needs him the most. He snatched what he needed from Bulma's hand and left without a word.

"Saiyans never cease to amaze me." Bulma said shaking her head feeling stunned as the prince's words echoed in her mind.

The Saiyan prince rocketed back to his home. He extended his senses to check on his mate. He frowned some when he couldn't pick him up. As he came into sight of his home he felt the tear drops of rain starting to hit his back. The prince landed in his front lawn before he headed off towards the house with the boy's medicine.

"BOY!" Vegeta called as he headed to the front door that he had exited less than twenty minutes before. The Saiyan stopped at the door. His eyes narrowed. The boy was gone. His eyes darkened, a low dangerously growled rumbled in time with the thunder as the words were spoken and his Saiyanjin canines exposed. "Mirai"

TBC…