"I-er, that is-" Gohan stammered, unable to think of what to say. It had all seemed so logical to him at the time, to take the youthful miscreant Trunks over his knee and spank his misbehaving butt. But now as Vegeta loomed over him all those logical reasons seemed to have fled his mind in terror at the angry father's menacing visage.
Even though Vegeta had fought alongside Gohan and the other Z-Warriors in many battles, that didn't make him any less intimidating. He had after all, once threatened the entire Earth with destruction alongside his henchmen Nappa. He had only been driven off after Goku and the other Z-Warriors had given all they had in the battle against him. Although it was true that he had since "switched sides" and settled down with Bulma, he was still a man to be feared.
Goten watched this surprising turn of events with interest. What was Trunks' dad doing here? And what would happen next? Goten wondered how upset Vegeta was that Gohan had taken Trunks' punishment into his own hands. Trunks had once confided in him that Vegeta was "a spanker" but Goten had never seen him in action, although Trunks had once shown Goten the aftereffects of a trip over Vegeta's knee. Goten had never seen a butt so red!
"Dad!" Trunks spoke up; still trapped in his position dangling almost entirely naked across Gohan's lap with his red butt in plain view. Gohan's entire body seemed to have gone rigid at Vegeta's entrance, so he was still holding Trunks' arm painfully shoved into the small of his back, while Gohan's other hand was resting on Trunks' rump, cupping his two buttcheeks. "Goten and I were just playing around, when Gohan got totally mad at us for NO reason! We weren't even doing anything! Gohan just-"
"Silence, brat!" Vegeta snapped at his son. "I'm sure that whatever reason Gohan had for spanking you, it was a well deserved one. THAT is not the issue here. The issue," he said, glaring at Gohan while enunciating each word clearly, "Is. Why. GOHAN. Is. The. One. Spanking. You."
"W-well, about that!" Gohan suddenly realized where his hand was lying (right on Trunk's ass) and quickly moved it instead to rub the back of his head nervously, "I can explain, Vegeta. See, Trunks and Goten were-"
"I don't CARE what they were doing." Vegeta interrupted. "As I said before, you hardly need a reason to spank them, they're ALWAYS up to something," Vegeta advanced closer towards Gohan until he was only inches from Gohan's face. Normally Vegeta would have been almost a head shorter than Gohan, but since Gohan was sitting down it seemed to him as if Vegeta was towering over him in the tight confines of the backyard shed.
Gohan's eyes were drawn to Vegeta's powerful physique, which was clearly outlined by the blue, almost spandex, bodysuit the Saiyan warrior tended to wear. Suddenly aware of his own state of undress, (he was only wearing a thin pair of training pants, after all) Gohan blushed slightly, then covered it by trying to face Vegeta down. "Look, I caught your son misbehaving on MY home's property, so I decided to punish him right here. It's not like you were around to spank him yourself."
Vegeta's eyes widened at Gohan's unusual display of bravado, before narrowing again into thin slits. Vegeta had always considered Goku's son to be a spineless coward, more interested in books and studying than in the art of combat. But, perhaps he had underestimated this progeny of Kakarroto's, if only a tiny bit. "You've got more balls than I thought, boy," he chuckled dangerously down on his opponent. Never breaking eye-contact with Gohan, Vegeta bent over and lifted Trunks off of Gohan's lap with one hand. Without a second glance at his son, Vegeta tossed him underhand towards Goten, who was still watching the confrontation between the two men.
"Oof!" yelped Trunks as his red butt landed roughly on the ground. Goten had failed to react in time to catch his mostly naked friend, as his eyes were STILL glued on Vegeta and Gohan. Almost like he was hypnotized. "Thanks a lot," Trunks said petulantly, when Goten finally helped him up, grasping him around the armpits and... Was it his imagination or were Goten's hands roaming a bit more than they strictly needed to, just to lift him off the ground?
"Shhh," Goten whispered to his friend. "I don't want to miss this."
"Miss WHAT?" Trunks whispered back, massaging his aching ass.
"I think-" Goten's voice dropped another couple of decibels, "I think your dad is actually going to spank my brother."
Vegeta sized up the tall, 17 year old Gohan. The young man had clearly exerted himself punishing Trunks, as a sheen of sweat glistened over his body. Tight cords of muscle rippled when he moved. Yes, Gohan was strong. But Vegeta had spent practically every day of the last five years training in his private gravity room, and he knew that Gohan would be no match for him in a real battle. Vegeta smirked down on the young man. Yes, this would be easy. Vegeta turned and glared at the two demi-saiyan boys, "You both stay right there, while I deal with THIS one," he said, turning back to Gohan, who now wore a look of trepidation on his face. Oh yes, this would be almost TOO easy.
With a smirk, Vegeta grasped Gohan by his left bicep. Then he surprised the high schooler by easily lifting him off the bench he was sitting on and taking his place on it in one smooth fluid movement. A surprised "huh?" was all Gohan managed to get out before he was slung over Vegeta's muscled thighs like a... well, like a naughty young man about to get his butt spanked!
"H-hey! What are you doing?" Gohan's voice cracked as he tilted his head sideways to look up at Vegeta's triumphant face.
"You spanked MY son, boy," Vegeta ran his hand down Gohan's lower back and over the seat of his training pants, "so I'M going to spank YOU."
"What? Oh c'mon!" Gohan bucked, but Vegeta clamped down on him roughly, leaving him barely able to breathe. "Erk... Vegeta, you have no right..."
"I have at least as much right to beat your ass as you did to beat Trunks'." Vegeta smirked as he replied to the breathless Gohan.
How long had it been since Vegeta had felt this way! It had used to happen so often. The sweet taste of victory, the defeat a fellow warrior. Then the removal of their clothing and the trapping of them across his knees, their upturned rears completely vulnerable to whatever pain he decided to inflict upon them. And he would spank them until they would scream for mercy, sometimes even begging for him to just give them an honorable death, rather than continue to be beaten by his powerful hand. Those had been the days of his youth, when he had lived among his now extinct people, or travelling with Nappa and Raditz. He squeezed one of Gohan's anxious buttocks through the thin fabric of his pants, eliciting a helpless squirm from the boy. Yes, this was that feeling. Complete, utter control. Then, absently, Vegeta realized just how long it had been since he'd last felt this way. He hadn't had it since Goku had died...
"In fact," Vegeta continued, banishing thoughts of the past to the back of his mind, "Why don't you let me get rid of these pants for you? You won't be needing them for a while." He grinned devilishly at Gohan's sudden panic to his words.
"NO!" Gohan yelped, feeling Vegeta getting a firm handful of cloth at his rump, then the feeling of cool air on his lower body as both his pants and underwear were stripped off him down to his feet, leaving him completely naked and at the mercy of the stronger saiyan. He fumed and bucked again, which was of course futile. Vegeta's grip on him was like a vise. Turning, he saw Goten and Trunks watching him, their eyes as big as saucers. He blushed, realizing that they were able to see everything.
"That's better, isn't it?" Vegeta smirked again, relishing Gohan's panic and defenselessness. Then, his breath caught at the sight of Gohan's exposed ass. "Damn, boy," he marveled, "You have an ass just like your father's."
It was true. While Gohan differed greatly from his father in personality (and in general intelligence when you get right down to it), one trait both he and Goten had clearly inherited from their dad were their round bubble butts. Gohan's ass was just as firm and well shaped as his father's had been at his age, if perhaps not quite as large as Goku's. To tell the truth, Gohan had always been secretly embarrassed by his rear-end. It had a tendency to turn heads and make him the center of attention just by being there, when he would have preferred to be part of the background. Not to mention the many spankings he had received from the other Z-Warriors because of it. "You've got such a spankable ass, man!" Yamucha might say, grinning, as he lay down a torrent of swats on Gohan's bare butt, "It'd be a shame to waste it!"
"I... guess it runs in the family," Gohan said, unsure what a proper response would be to a comment like that. Then he saw Vegeta's hand descending out of the corner of his eye with frightening speed and realized that social etiquette would soon be the last thing on his mind.
SPANK!
Gohan's back arched as his ass exploded in pain. Damn, it hurts this much from just ONE spank? How strong IS he? was all Gohan was able to think before Vegeta's hand fell again and again with the same powerful force. "Owwww!" Gohan shouted, "Vegeta, stop!" SPANK! "OUCH! Stop it! It hurts!"
"Pleading with me already?" Vegeta said, raising and lowering his arm rhythmically. If not for the naked young man struggling across his lap, one would think he was doing a morning exercise routine. "I've barely gotten started!" He sneered as he brought his palm relentlessly on Gohan's ass.
Goten and Trunks stood watching from the side in awe. Neither of them had ever witnessed anyone older than themselves get spanked, and indeed, this was a completely new experience for both of them. The sight of his strong older brother stripped of all dignity, bare-ass naked and getting a blistering spanking was a sight that Goten would have never thought possible on a day before today. Trunks, for his part, was so enraptured by the sight of his father at work that he had not yet pulled his pants up over his own swollen butt-cheeks.
"Geez, Trunks. Is that how your dad spanks YOU?" Goten asked, softly rubbing his hand over Trunk's hind end. "It sounds like Gohan's dying!"
"No way, he's spanking your brother harder than I ever get it. Unless I've been REALLY bad." Trunks replied, recalling how one time his dad had heard him talking trash to Bulma. Trunks pushed his butt in towards Goten's hands and gave a happy sigh. "Dude, keep rubbing my ass. You have no idea how good your hand feels right now."
Gohan speculated, in between painful spanks from Vegeta's callused hand, on how quickly a situation could spiral out of control. Only a few short minutes ago he had been giving Trunks an ass-beating the little punk had so richly deserved, and now here he was upended over the angry father's knees, getting his OWN ass beat. The morning had seemed so idyllic too, when he had first woken up. He had had no idea that within an hour of getting out of bed, he'd be getting the most painful spanking since... well, EVER. Gohan supposed that he MIGHT have had a harder spanking at some point in his life, but he couldn't think of any off-hand. Besides, concentration was a little difficult when it felt like his ass was being turned into hamburger meat! This hurt as bad as a spanking from Master Roshi!
"A weakling like you has NO right to spank any son of mine!" Vegeta said righteously, slapping all over Gohan's red wriggling bubble-butt. "I'll make sure you remember that for a long, long time!"
"PleeeeEEEASE, Vegeta!" Gohan cried out. "It huuUUUURTS!" Vegeta's palm bit into his butt over and over and over again. Gohan tried everything he could think of; kicking his legs, twisting and turning, he was practically humping Vegeta's lap in his efforts to get away! He'd do ANYTHING to stall the next swat for even a second. But it was all in vain, Vegeta's swats were implacably beat into his rear, right on target, every time. Tears and snot were running down his face, and his pants had long ago sailed off his kicking legs into a rumpled heap on the floor.
Vegeta only smiled. "Yes, I'm sure it does." Before giving Gohan the hardest set of spanks yet. At these, Gohan gave up all resistance and collapsed totally across Vegeta's powerful thighs. He was completely incapable of any further defiance and could only lie there, taking the spanking Vegeta was giving him.
At last, Vegeta decided Gohan had had enough. Vegeta looked down on the beaten young man over his lap. A job well done, if he said so himself. And yet... something about Gohan's bruised backside, and the half-saiyan's pitiable moaning, made Vegeta feel strangely. Almost like... regret?
Gohan barely realized that Vegeta had stopped, his bruised butt hurt so badly. He felt like he could barely move, the pain was so great. He could only sob quietly, and let the cool air inside the shed pass over his poor damaged rear, cooling it down somewhat. All he was aware of was the burning pain shooting up his ass, and the powerful legs of Vegeta under him and... was that Vegeta's hand actually rubbing his butt, trying to calm him down?
"There, there... there," Vegeta said roughly, patting Gohan on the back and giving his beaten ass an awkward rub. Vegeta wasn't very good at the whole "comforting" thing. Especially when it'd been he himself who'd just been the cause of Gohan's distress! "It's over. You took your punishment like a true warrior."
Gohan wasn't able to speak just yet, so he merely nodded. He tried to defiantly lift himself off of Vegeta's lap, but his knees buckled when his feet met the floor, so he ended up on his knees rubbing his burning butt furiously with both hands. KAMI, but his ass hurt!
"Now remember this the next time you think about spanking another man's son." Vegeta said gruffly, rising from the bench, directing one last glance at Gohan's tear-streaked face.
"Y-yes, sir." Gohan stammered. Vegeta only twisted a corner of his mouth up at him, before stalking off towards his son.
Trunks switched his eyes from staring at Gohan's aching butt to his angry father coming at him. Uh oh, Trunks thought, this doesn't look good! "Ah heh, dad, that was really cool how you just tore up Gohan's butt like that. Wow. Ah heh heh heh..." he laughed weakly, hoping to mollify his dad's angry look. Vegeta glared darkly at him and just kept advancing . OH CRAP! Trunks panicked, THAT'S HIS "I'M GONNA BUST YOUR BUTT" FACE!
Goten, recognizing imminent danger coming towards them, quit rubbing his hands over Trunks' rump and scooted over to the side. He'd stand by Trunks in the face of almost any danger, but in the face of an angry spanking father? No way!
"As for YOU..." Vegeta ignored Trunks' flustered, desperate babble, and scooped his son up under his arm, putting Trunks' bare butt in perfect spanking position. At this point, Trunks REALLY wished he had pulled his pants up when he had had the chance. "If you think I'd be satisfied with THIS ONE'S pitiful attempt at punishing you," Vegeta growled, gesturing at Gohan with his free hand. "You have another thing coming, brat!"
"Noo! Really! Gohan got me good, dad! He's a great spanker!" Trunks whined, squirming in his father's iron grip. "You don't have to spank me anymore!"
"That's just too bad for you," Vegeta said, smirking, if possible, even more evilly than usual. "Because I plan on spanking you all the way home! And I'm going to fly reeeeeal slow."
"NOOOOoooooooo!" Trunks yelled as his father's feet lifted off the ground and hovered in the air for a split second, before zooming out of the shed, and off into the distance. Back inside the shed, the two Son brothers could hear the sounds of bare skin on bare skin echoing back to them for quite some time, until at last, it faded away.