Gohan sat by his oak desk; his books open in front of him. Even though he was supposed to be catching up on the studying he had missed out when he went to see Vegeta that day, he wasn't paying attention to the words on the page. In fact, he wasn't even looking down at the books. Instead, he was staring out through the window of his room, staring at the twinkling stars in the midnight sky.
He heaved a heavy sigh as he rested his chin against his hands, his eyes dilating as he went deep into thought about the occurrences of that day.
Soon after Vegeta had gotten over giggle over his name, Bulma had ordered food for the Saiya-jin no Ouji. Vegeta did look, after all, rather skinny for a Saiya-jin. Gohan even thought so himself. While Vegeta ate, they all discussed what should be done with the amnesic prince. Obviously he was to remain at Capsule Corp, but who was going to take care of him? Bulma, at once, flew into a rage, saying that she could take of him just fine seeing as he was as gentle as a lamb now, but Piccolo cut her short. He explained to her that that was not who Vegeta was and, as nice as it was to have the prince smiling instead of scowling, he needed to know who he was and what had happened in his life. He even went so far as to suggest that one of the Son males should stay with him.
Gohan opened his mouth to offer his help, but his father beat him to it. And, for some reason, that made him quite angry. At first he didn't know why, but after sitting by his desk for the past three hours he began to understand what was making him behave the way he was.
Goten and Trunks told me about this, he thought as he stared on. They tell me everything Vegeta tell them about our kind. He told them that when a Saiya-jin is about seventeen or eighteen Earth years of age, they become adults by searching for the strongest partner to mate with. Obviously I can't mate with my father… he shuddered at the thought, feeling more than slightly scared. So that would leave Vegeta. He sighed again as he lifted his hand and ran it through his short unruly locks. He didn't like it. He didn't like it one little bit, but who was he to say what he wanted and what he didn't when it was instinct that was driving him?
Face it, Gohan, he muttered to himself. You've always been fascinated by him. I mean, would you have stared at his chest when he came out of the GR when you were getting the Great Saiyaman outfit from Bulma? Would you have grinned at his blush when you asked him if he would like a costume like yours? A deep red blush burned deep into his cheeks as he remembered the last little fact that would put the cherry on the top. Would you have growled like an animal when he turned and your eyes settled on his ass, thinking all sorts of dirty thoughts like how I would take him, how I would make him scream, how I would please and pleasure him…
He stopped abruptly. Slapping his cheeks, he turned his head and stared at the floor in shame.
What is with me! What's with this sudden burning in my pants! His erection twitched painfully in his neatly pressed orange pants, a horrible reminder that he was now growing up and becoming an adult. Do I…DESIRE him?
Despite the fact that he was a mama's boy, as everyone liked to call him, Gohan was actually quite knowledgeable on the subject of sex. It had really all started when one of his mother's romance novels had somehow crept into his study pile, and after that it was the biology books on the reproductive organs of the human body. From there on, Gohan had bought sex books of all types, save for pornography books. He read more about how to pleasure the partner; the little things one can do to make them feel special and so on. So he knew what an erection was, and he knew what to do to get rid of it. It was just that he had never had to need to do so before.
Until tonight.
Gohan groaned as he tried to will it away, but it just stayed right where it was, just like the picture of Vegeta in his mind.
If only Vegeta didn't have amnesia, he growled. His 'stuck up prince' attitude is a real turn off and it would have made things a lot easier for me if he just stuck with it! Now that he's forgotten everything, he won't glare or scowl anymore! He'll simply smile and be cute and adoring and doting and he'll keep turning me on that way because he looks so fucking innocent that it just want to have my way with him and fuck him until he screams out my name! As his thoughts went on, they somehow got louder and louder in his head, until he was at last screaming the last little bit. He sighed as he hung his head in his hands. Why can't I just forget about him? It's not like he'll accept me. He never did in the past…
Gohan froze suddenly. Yes. That was right. In the past, Vegeta never gave anyone a second glance or the time of day. He never needed anyone to help him because he was perfectly capable of doing things himself.
But now that's Vegeta's got amnesia, he'll need someone to take care of him. Someone who'll look out for him. Someone who's been with him for the past eight years after Cell. A feral smirk tugged at the corners of Gohan's lips and a low growl resounded in the back of his throat. Someone like me…
Yes! It was the perfect plan! If Gohan could get himself close to Vegeta, maybe Vegeta would accept him and see him as a possible mate. He did, after all, desire the luscious prince and without his memory there was no way that Vegeta could push him away. Hell, he could even tell Vegeta that they were already mates! But Vegeta wasn't stupid. Even though he had amnesia, Gohan could tell very well that Vegeta would not be fooled by such an accusation. No, he would have it play it carefully; making sure that he weaves his way into the beautiful prince's heart.
After all, he thought to himself as he closed his books and made his way to bed to sleep. As it is written in mom's love novels, a relationship can't survive without love. And I need his love.
A sad smile found its way to his face when he thought of how lonely he was without Vegeta, and he wished that would somehow come together.
The screen flickered in the darkness of the room, blinking white before switching back to blue and then blinking white again. She slowly lifted her head from her hands, her eyes sore and more than likely bloodshot. Her once clear crystal blue eyes stared at the screen, thinking about what had happened that day. The highlight being that her husband did not remember her name or who she was.
I can't believe it, she thought miserably as she stared at her typed out diary. After all that has happened between us, he can't recognize me? He doesn't know who I am! Tears threatened to spill from her swollen lids, but she held them back with a shake of her head. No, it's not Vegeta's fault. It's not like he's doing this on purpose. And maybe…maybe if I help him find himself, tell him about his past, he'll remember and maybe he'll accept me this time.
Bulma had succumbed to the horrible fact that maybe what Vegeta told her in the past was true. He really didn't love her. Cared for her, maybe, but not love. Love was something he said he could never do, not even for her. It was heartbreaking at first to know that all you had given in the past was simply returned out of duty and friendship, nothing more. But then she had the idea that maybe, this time round, Vegeta would actually listen to her and find the love hidden within himself.
I can't let him go, she told herself. I can't! He means too much to me! He has to love me, he just has to! Bulma knew that could be asking for trouble if Vegeta didn't return her feelings, but she was willing to take the chance. She knew very well that might not feel for her the same way she does for him, as the amnesia might have changed something completely within him, and she knew that could also spell trouble for everyone else.
Right after everyone had left, save for Goku, she had shown Vegeta up to his old room. Vegeta had always had his own room, as he liked his privacy. A streak of anger flushed across her face as she remembered how they had to get him there.
Bulma had suggested that maybe Vegeta's legs weren't strong enough to carry him yet so Goku offered to carry him to his room. Things had seemed okay while they were walking up to his room, but things changed as soon as she opened up the door. To her surprise and horror, when she turned to face Goku, she found Vegeta smiling happily as his arms were wrapped around his neck in a gentle manner. Not only that, but she could have sworn she had heard purring coming from him. She had shaken off the uneasy feeling by telling herself that Vegeta was different and was simply happy because he didn't have to walk. But no matter what she told herself, she could help but feel uncomfortable.
Even now she felt very uncomfortable with Goku in the same house as Vegeta.
'I don't know what's wrong with me,' she sighed as she shook her head again, lifting her fingers up to the keys and typing out what she thought. 'Why do I feel so angry when Vegeta was smiling while he was in Goku's arms? Am I jealous because he called Goku's name out first and was pleased when Goku came to talk to him later? Why am I jealous of Goku? Is it because it seems like their friendship is stronger than our relationship was?' she paused, reading over what was written. 'I can't deny it. I am jealous. I want Vegeta all to myself. I want to be the one to help him and take care of him. But I can't. He's a Saiya-jin, an alien. I'll probably only confuse him even more.
'But even though I know he will be safe with Goku and me, I can't help but still feel uneasy that Goku's helping him…'
Goku lay in his bed in the spare room of Capsule Corp. Even though it was pitch black all around him, he could still see everything as though it was day. Even though his thoughts tried to run back home, they sat with the person in the next room. Vegeta's room.
I couldn't believe it when Bulma told me that Vegeta had his own room apart from them, he thought. I have never slept apart from Chichi since we got married! Of course, when I do sleep in the house… he paused. I feel sorry for Bulma. I could tell how angry she was in letting me pick Vegeta up and carry him as though he were my bride to his room, he blushed an traffic light red on the imagery that popped into his head; Vegeta dressed in a beautiful white brides dress while he was decked out in a tuxedo. Mind you, it wasn't such a bad thought, but he did feel rather guilty in thinking such things when Bulma was having a difficult time. But it's a lucky thing that she thought that Vegeta was purring and not me. If she ever found out that I was enjoying Vegeta's warmth…
Goku suddenly felt very guilty. How could he be enjoying the feeling of Vegeta's body against his when that person had a wife? Not only that, but Goku himself had a wife and two sons! Thinking about another man like this was wrong! But he couldn't help it…
No, Goku, he told himself. You are here to help Vegeta remember who he was before he disappeared. You're not here to slobber over the cute looking prince and break up his marriage even more than before! Yes, Goku knew about the troubles they were having. He knew more than both Bulma and Vegeta would care to admit. He could see it whenever he and Vegeta sparred. It was all written in his eyes.
At least, what Goku could see in his eyes. He rarely ever looking in his prince's eyes while their were sparring, mostly because he never could. Vegeta would never admit it, but he was much faster than Goku. The funny thing was, he never used his speed to his advantage. He always thought it was a weakness, that being fast and agile meant that you were more likely to retreat from a battle. He always relied on brute strength.
But now all that has changed, he thought determinedly. Now I have a second chance to get through to Vegeta. To teach him that being fast and agile does not necessarily make you a coward. I could train him and teach him how to fight his absolute best! I know that Vegeta's always had it in him to beat me; it's just that he never tried his best before. Now, I'll make sure he doesn't go easy on me! He paused. Well, at least, I'll make sure he uses his full potential. Speed and all! Maybe that's why Vegeta so small and compact. He was built for speed…
A huge yawn escaped his mouth and his lids sunk low. Deciding that that it was enough thinking for the night, Goku curled deep into his blankets and fell into a deep sleep.