A/N: I don't own DBZ and I don't pretend to. This story is AU… So that gives me free range on how they behave. Be warned spelling and grammar mistakes will be found. ALWAYS! Warning, this is a Yaoi male/male coupling, also swearing the list goes on. …if you don't like don't read, no-one is making you. Rated R.

"A Saiyanjin Lullaby"

Chapter 8

"SIR YOU CAN'T JUST GO…"

"Out of my way Onna!" The prince growled, as he pushed past the secretary. "I do as I please." Vegeta ignored the ranting woman, behind the counter.

"MR EDWARDS!" A high pitch scream was yelled from behind the counter as the prince went to reach for the door. His fingers circled the handle. "Locked." He raised a questionable eyebrow and, with a twist of the wrist, Vegeta snapped it open letting the door swing back on its hinges

As the door swung open, a mixture of scents came to him as he sniffed the air. He narrowed his sights on the two in the room. His eyes darkened on the man, Edwards, back behind his desk wiping his brow with a neatly folded handkerchief, looking flustered, nervous as he stood there.

The women came up behind Vegeta with his hand, outstretched. He took a step forward, immediately slamming the door in her face before she could even enter.  "What's the meaning of this?" His curt, breathless demand directed from the principle to the man, now standing in his office, with his dark orbs locked with the man behind the desk.

The prince took no heed as his sights shifted to his young mate looking shaken and pale, refusing to look at him. Gohan kept his eyes lowered as he hugged an arm, rubbing it nervously.

Vegeta frowned and his sights narrowed. "Boy?"

Gohan shifted against the bookcase. His dark pools shift from the ground, then to his prince. Edwards looked back at the boy. The principle shifted his shoulders, composing himself as he does. "Mr Son that is all you can go now." He ordered.

Gohan just nodded. The teen went to move only to have Vegeta reach out and held the boy in front of him. The teen refused to look at his prince as royal dark pools remained narrowed and darkened even more when he picked up on a scent on the boy.

The Saiyan warrior leaned down feeling the boy tremble, some as he moved closer. The prince's eyes fixed on his mark, his tongue glided over his royal claim making the boy tremble more. A low dangerous growl came deep from within the prince, as sharp Saiyan canines surfaced.

The taste, the smell, the way the boy was behaving, it all confirmed his suspicions: that his mate had been touched, molested. This was Gohan's secret; the reason he didn't want him here. All the boy's nightmares swelled inside of him. A dark thick weight of sold anger twisted, swelled and boiled to the surface, threatening to rupture as Vegeta's recalled the fear the boy would send through their bond in his restless sleep.  The restless nights that Gohan would toss and turn the feelings that Vegeta would receive would be those of fear, panic, the boy was scared.  Most times through the night Gohan would wake up, with sweat pouring out of him, trembling, he would pray that he could be in his princes' arms again, unable to fall asleep, for a good time.

Gohan who wouldn't face his prince, was feeling sick, and was still shaking slightly as his mind replayed the feelings of the eager hands over him, groping and making him feel frost bitten… so cold, unloved. Sicken repelled, nauseated, and revolted. It was all there, trapped inside him, burnt into his memory.

He could feel his chin being lifted as a gentle thumb pad glided over a small bruise. "Wait for me outside koi." The prince purred before brushing his lips against the boy's.

Dark frightened pearls trailed up to meet his prince, wondering if he will every forgive him. He was met with loving caring pools. Gohan could see something else deeper there in his lovers' black inks, something of his past something that frightened him. "Geta I…"

"Outside." The prince's expression was so soft, so caring and loving as he cupped his partner's cheek until his sights shifted to meet with the man. His expression changed and hardened; his ink pools went cold. "Things are going to get… messy, very messy."  His emotionless voice was covered in a tone of ice, while his eyes narrowed on the man, now looking very unsettled. The prince released his hold on his mate. The Saiyan elite flexed his muscles ready for his prey.

"Geta you can't do this…" Gohan's anxious pools followed his mate's line of vision to see Edwards looking fearful.

"Boy out!" Came the command.

"NO! Gohan couldn't let the man die. As much as he loathed him, a little of his father, Goku's, sympathy surfaced for the enemy. 

Recognized the man as Bulma Briefs ex and the boy's lover, the principle took a step around the desk to nervously stand his ground at the smaller man, hoping that he can intimidate him.  "I don't know what you think happened here, but I won't be threatened…" Edwards was interrupted with unamused snort from the prince.

"Threaten… Huh… I'm not going to threaten you I'm going to kill…."

"Geta… no! Please, you can't he's got family… young kids." Gohan pointed to the frame, just facing their way on the desk, showing two small boys both at a young age. The prince glanced at the frame, his expression unchanged as his sights turned back at the principle.

"Well he should have thought of them, before he touched mine!"  Vegeta growled taking a step forwarded. Nervously Edwards took a step back in panic. He grabbed the phone hastily he started to dial only to have the phone explode. Jumping back, his anxious eyes widened as his heart raced, his hand still gripped the receiver, shaking with fear as the cord now dangled in thin air.

"I don't think so." The prince said in an emotionless tone. His sights shifted to the desk where a file with his lover's name was written on it.

Vegeta's hand lowered as he tried to retrieve it, before he could lay a finger upon it, Gohan's hand, reached out and snatched it off the desk. "No you don't want to see it." With the file pressed hard against his chest, the boy shifted back away form his lover. Vegeta shifted taking a determined step forward with his sights, now on the file. Gohan shook his head. "There's nothing in here!" The desperate call was soon yelled from his mate.

The prince tilted his head with his sights firmly fixed on the file un-wavered by his lover's attempts to stop him. Gohan looked nervously as he now had his prince's full attention. "Please Geta…it will only make you angrier." He said.

Edwards, still in shock with the receiver in hand, raised a brow at the kid's words. Dropping the receiver, he went to race for the door only to have Vegeta send a small ki blast his way sending him back against the filing cabinets. A cry emanated from his throat as he clutched his wounded shoulder, collapsing onto the ground.. The prince turned and strode up to the man whimpering and lifted him by his collar, detested hatred.  "Don't go. The fun hasn't started yet!" Vegeta purred.

With the sound of the door hinges squeaking, the indication was that the door was being opened.  Vegeta sent ki to melt the lock, stoping anyone from entering, spoiling his plans. His sight darkened on the man currently in his grasp. Vegeta tightened his grip on the man's collar, as he pulled his fist back, and then allowed his fist to join with the man's gut making the man release a blood-curling scream from his lips.  Vegeta ignored the calls from the secretary, as she pounded on the closed door from the next room.  Vegeta remained unfazed by the man's outburst of pain, as he let the man drop to the floor. He shifted his gaze to his young lover, and the folder that was protectively secured near his chest, with his forearms crossed over the folder.

Gohan frowned, determined not to hand the photos over.  His mind wandered over to his school friends were still at class, probably concerned on where he was at, and if he was okay.  The one thing he wanted was to stay at the school -- the school where he had spent his high school years at, the one where he and his friends attended school.  Vegeta's eyes narrowed on his lover who had now cornered himself, pressing against the bookcase. "Show me." The prince commanded.

The teen looked up nervously and swallowed. "No!"  The prince's face softened. Gohan's eyes widened, alarmed, unsure of what his prince's reaction was going to be. Within moments, his lips were captured in a deepening passionate kiss, commanding his full attention. A muffled startled cry as Gohan felt the file being ripped from his grip. "Vegeta!"

"Never let your guard down boy." The prince turned around with his love trying to snatch the file back. Gohan's sights shifted to Edwards, on the floor whimpering. The sick feeling was still there, but how different the principle was now that he was taken down from his pedestal. 

In the deadly quiet, Gohan's sights returned to his mate, Vegeta. The boy waited, filled with anxiety. He watched as his prince pulled out the photos. The tension in the room was being stretched, pulled to its limits. Royal dark pools darkened and narrowed more, as Vegeta picked up another photo, deep feral growl came from his throat.  Each growl chilled the room as his sights took in what he was seeing. His young mate being perved upon a gentle moment shared between them, been stolen. His royal grip tightened on the matt prints until they disintegrated turning them into cinders as the royal prince exploded into a gold flame.

The Saiyan elite, and a member of the royal family, was overwhelmed with power generated, just waiting to be released as saw the pictures, now lying in a pile of ash.  Vegeta's temper snapped into a whip of extraordinary strength, a powerfully ki, and ready to destroy. Gohan covered his eyes, shielding himself being so close to his prince. 

Gohan looked up suddenly as he heard the sound of glass shattering as his prince with a strong grip around Edwards's shirt collar, rocketed into the sky, disappearing with gold flame.

"SHIT!" 

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Vegeta rocketed on, eyes fixed ahead as his heart swelled with the desire to kill. He hadn't felt this way since Mirai Trunks threatened his claim on the boy. The added fuelled by images from the matt pictures of his love, and scent the boy carried of the filth he had in his clutches, the shivering man was screaming to be let go.

A thought had came to the prince to dorp the fool, let him free fall to the ground. The man would be dead before he reached the ground, but where was the fun in that?  He needed to be punished. It was his Saiyan right to deal with the man as he saw fit. To dispose of him, rip him apart. Vegeta's mind was cold, void of any sympathy. He didn't have any hang-ups of killing, unlike his lover or the boy's father, Kakarrot. The hit on the head had taken the Saiyan thirst from the warrior, he believed.

But the prince had no qualms of destroying. Revenge was all he knew before he found himself on this planet. The air sliced a path for the prince as he rocketed towards the wastelands where he could have his fun and deal with the creature the way he sees fit.

As he sped across the sky, dark pools focused only on his destination, the place where his mate's life had changed forever. The place they fought in the Cell games. The place his young partner really became an orphan from any sweet emotion, love, where he was broken from being a boy and focused to take his father's unwanted responsibility on his young shoulders.

Taking his mother's abuse and the blame for his father's actions, then fate decided to step in and show a hardened warrior the light. Seeing his young warrior all bloodied and bruised, underfed at times as he took the punishment his mother dealt him. He never said a bad word against the women that had been broken through her loss and grief, never understanding the reason why?

Why her husband had decided not to return to his loved ones? Why he had to go off and fight, in the end leaving her alone and pregnant with another child. Her cards were unfairly dealt. The strain too much, she snapped and took it out on her first born, the one that was physically strong enough to prevent it from happening. A fact lost to most, was that Gohan didn't hold the same goals as his father. He was filled with insecurities put their by fate and each of his parents dreams. The boy was alone.

If the prince never came that fatal day, his young love might not have been with him now. That day, he found himself feeling something that was lost to him, missing until he brought the boy back. Placed him on his bed and quietly attended to his wounds, neither of them saying a word. Gohan's dark pools were empty of all emotions as he watched his prince gently attend to him.

The prince remembered that night so well, young dark eyes always upon him as Vegeta watched him curiously from the windowsill. The way the boy slept in his bed, in the middle of the forest away from all prying eyes. The prince studied the boy as he slept, the way he fought off his nightmares, the tone of the plea as he called out for his father, the baka that had left him.

It was the beginning of a dream for the prince. The first step to his heart that had been securely guarded, kept under lock and key for years. The boy was the one to break down the barriers the prince had built up out of hardening stone, steel walls.

Vegeta loved the boy more than his own life and when he took Gohan as his own a few months after that night, under the watchful eyes of Mother Nature in a chase, the hunt, out in the forest bed under a blanket of stars that sparked their approval. The bonding brought them together for life. His royal claim, his to protect and now they were creating a life, their own cub.

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Ignoring the man's cries as he lowered to the ground feeling nothing, but his built up rage as the day sky turned to night an err breeze brushed against them as Vegeta touched down. Edwards was roughly tossed to the ground where he struggled to get up only to have his jaw in tight hold. Teal orbs filled with fire that burned its hatred into terrified brown eyes of the principles.

With Saiyanjin reflex Edwards' arm was now bent up behind him, pressed painfully against his back. He let out a blood-curdling cry as Vegeta snapped it back hard, breaking the bone.

The warrior watched as the man crumbled to ground in tears. "I'll let you have a head start." Came the monotone call. The prince unaffected by the man's pain only saw those photos and his lovers' face. Those beautiful young dark pools filled with hurt, pain, and shame as they called to him for forgiveness.  

Petrified Edwards scrambles to get to his feet, as he winced in pain. "Please… please don't …"

Darkening inks drilled their answer. "You're wasting time."

"I didn't mean…I'm sorry…" The man pleaded clutching his broken arm to his side, feeling weak on his legs as the pain jolted through him with every movement.

"Sorry?" Vegeta's expression hardened. He raised his hand at the fool that picked a Saiyan royal to have as an enemy. To play with his royal mate like a game, a fantasy to toy with, to fondle, abuse. With no sympathy insight a finger pointed at the shivering panic-stricken man with eyes wide, petrified. 

"VEGETA DON'T!" Came a cry as gold flame descended from the night sky. "Please Geta don't…" Gohan called again as he faded from gold and approached his prince warily ignoring the man behind him, sights only on his love.

"Listen to the kid…" The desperate plea from the principle.

A ray, a thread of ki was sent to hit the man. Gohan stood in the way deflecting it from Edwards. "Geta please."

"Boy… you're in the way." Vegeta's eyes fixed on his partner looking anxiously at him. Dark pearls that asked for him to stop. Stop something that was out of the question for the Saiyan prince.

"I won't move. You will have to fight me Geta. I can't let you kill him." Gohan stood his ground refusing to see blood spilled. Especially here; not here. Of all the places, his prince had to choose from, he had to come here. Gohan glanced around the place he hadn't been to in all these years; ever since the last time he had unsuccessfully tried to finish all his pain. The day his lover found him before he was clamed marked with his royal signature. The day he rescued him from himself, their first sweet kiss a desperate plea from his royal lover to stop the hurt, to take the pain away. A call for love to end all suffering offering up his heart to the boy that has broken down the walls, capturing his soul, his deepest burning desires, to offer up hope, his unwavering love. *Please Geta not here* The teen looked at his lover. "I can't let you kill him." He repeats.

"This is Kakarrot talking!" The prince growled at his love standing in the way of his target.

"No! This is me, your partner, your lover!" The teen called; yelled annoyed. 

 "VEGETA!" Gohan screamed as the prince stepped passed stalking after Edwards as he tried to flee across the rocky terrain and from his fate, from the prince of Saiyans.

A ki blast was sent, letting the explosion herd, the man towards his fate the rocky canyon. Edwards dodged, with his good arm covering his face, as tones of dirt, stone and rocks pelt down around him as he ran as fast as he could for his life. Gohan took off and weaved through the rubble. He dived down and, like a bolt; he cut through the air picking up the man.

 "BRAT!"  Vegeta was enraged. He rocketed through the air towards the boy, as the dust and rubble still crumbled around them.  Both Saiyanjins weaving in and out, and dodging rocks as they rolled from the sides of the gorge.  Secretly both males raced against one another with Gohan holding onto the man, who was clinging onto the boy's arm for dear life, as they manoeuvred from the crumbling cliffs above them.

The prince was hot on their tail. His blood was boiling - fuming that his mate would try to rescue the man that molested him. The man deserved to die, by any law seen through the prince's eyes, Vegeta's burst of power vibrated off the walls of the canyon sending more rocks and boulders tumbling down.

Gohan's eyes squinted as he tried to see where he was going as more thick dirt came toppling down on them. Then a cry a scream as they both got pelted with large rocks dropping him from his speed. The man Edwards wrestled, trying to escape, off balancing the teen who lost his grip as a large bolder hit them both, sending them hurtling down, separated in the thick of it. Vegeta pulled up with the cry of the man and the call of his loved one.

"BOY…"

TBC…

A/N: I hope this came close to what you were after. I know Vegeta could have gone of his tree and really done some damage. Anyway I tried to add information about their past so you can get glimpse of what it was like. I will probably be doing that off and on in the story. If there is something you would like to see unfold let me know and I see what I can do.   

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