A/N: It took me a long time to edit this chapter, as a lot of the dialog annoyed me so much that I went on a re-write fest. Sorry it took so long to get up here, but I just couldn't let some of it go - though, I'm happy to say I DID leave some pretty corny dialog in here. It's amazing what seemed HOT back then seems cornier than all hell now! heeheehee!

Anyway, this chapter contains YAOI LEMONY GOODNESS that I hardly touched as far as editing, for good 'ol times sake XD I'm sentimental, what can I say?

As for the couple of emails I got with questions, this fic was originally written in 2002 and it was posted on Yahoo Groups (saiyanslash, saiyansecrets), and also my old website (theplanetnamek) which was pulled down eons ago (thought I still have the whole thing still backed up on my computer...I told you I'm sentimental!!). Also, I don't focus incredibly much on the "past changes future" idea. I mean, some things had to "change" for obvious reasons, but not as much as would have hypothetically changed if it had really happened. Does that make sense?

Our boys get themselves into all kinds of trouble this chapter! Woohoo! Yay for mischievous Saiya-jins! If you enjoy it, let me know!

This is unbeta'd D: so please excuse any messiness and discord. ;D I just realized that FF takes my rulers out, so my previous chapters probably look like a jumbled mess ;; Sorry!

Chapter 5

"Vegeta?" The voice rang out into the room, but went unanswered. "Vegeta?!" The voice grew louder amidst the panting that filled the thick, moist air, a ki blast sounding shortly after."VEGETA!!"

"WHAT!?" Vegeta screamed back twice as loud as he pressed the small button next to the intercom.

"It's about time." Bulma said grumpily. "Trunks and Gohan just returned from Planet Hirobi. They managed to bring back a small amount of Elusyium back; it should be enough for me to make the box."

Vegeta stared at the intercom for a few seconds, his eyes then closing briefly in a silent prayer to Kami. "Good. Get working on it. I want Kakarotto back within the week."

Bulma snorted loudly. "A week? Dream on, Vegeta. If you want it done that fast, you'd better get your sorry butt…"

"I SAID, I want him back within the week." He said, his voice icy. "Understood?"

"Whatever, Vegeta." The intercom clicked off loudly.

"Hn. Stupid woman." Vegeta muttered, turning away from the intercom to lean against the control panel of the gravity room. "Just get him back." He whispered softly, a halfhearted scowl creasing his brow as he ran his hand through his hair. "Not that I care or anything…"

Vegeta glared out the window of his pod; it had been nearly two weeks since they had left Frieza's ship, and would be landing in less than a week on Zablyn 5; which had the unfortunate future of being wiped out completely by he and…his bodyguard, Goku, who was the source of his anger and resentment at the moment.

"How could he be so strong…so powerful?" Vegeta mumbled to himself, his eyes narrowing out into the vast darkness of space. "He is one of the strongest I've ever felt, aside from Frieza, but how is that possible? He must be damn near close to my own level. Why wasn't that felt when they scanned him? There's no way he could have improved that much in so little time." Vegeta continued to talk to himself. He blinked, his head turning slightly as a thought dawned on him. "Unless…he was shielding himself…" Vegeta's eyes narrowed into slits as the idea tumbled around his mind. Why would the man feel the need to shield himself, to lower his ki… why would he not want the officials to sense his true power? With a shake of his head he leaned forward and cocked his head so that he could see the pod next to him, about thirty miles to the east. "This man is getting more and more mysterious; I must know more about him, but it's nearly impossible to pry, as no one knows anything…." He frowned, his teeth grinding together. "Maybe if I corner that half-breed son of his…" His eyes gleamed, an evil smirk lifting one side of his lip. Vegeta sat back in his seat, crossing his arms. Perhaps that plan would work. Perhaps not. But it was worth a try, after all. When the two of them returned, he would make sure to pay a visit to "Goten".

The more he thought about this, the better the idea sounded. Hurting the boy would normally be the first tool he would use to get the information he wanted, but he couldn't bring himself to do it; he couldn't even think about doing it, and that bothered him. He didn't want to anger or hurt Goku, and hurting his son would most definitely do just that. He had already figured that they had a relationship like no other Saiyan father and son he knew; it was normal in Saiyan culture to be a teacher to your son early on, and later allies, but certainly not friends; and that's what he had seen when he watched the two together…friendship on a close and personal basis. "Tch…I would call them both soft, if I didn't already know their power and fighting skill." He muttered, his chin resting in his hand.

There was a bigger problem though; one he didn't really wish to delve to deeply into. Why was he suddenly so worried about hurting someone? He had never been worried about such a thing before. Now he was taking precautions so as not to upset Goku…why the hell should he care?! Vegeta argued quietly with himself, his arms crossing tightly across his muscled chest, a deep scowl wrinkling his brow. "Who cares about the baka? Certainly not I…" He said, wishing it were true; he knew it was not, that he was lying to himself. He found the man terribly attractive, and had started to grow attached to him. Vegeta sighed, his face softening. "I think this "Goku" and his son are making me soft."

Goku was extremely strong, and talented in the art of battle; however, he had a very strange gentleness to him like he'd never seen before…perhaps in some alien cultures, but never on Planet Vegeta, and not on Frieza's ship, that was for sure. The gentleness he would normally label as a character fault, but in this case, it made Goku more appealing…more mysterious…and in a curious way, stronger. "And there we are…back to the mystery of the man." Vegeta sighed. Perhaps that was his biggest attraction; mystery. Vegeta shook his head again, disgusted with himself.

Goku's restless sleep was interrupted by a loud shout; snorting, his eyes snapped open,

Immediately focusing on Vegeta's face smirking from the screen before him. "Goku, we're about to land. Ready yourself, it's going to be a hard landing." Goku nodded mutely, staring out the window at the large green planet before him, his pod descending at an alarming rate. His ride became bumpy as he passed through the planet's gassy atmosphere, then smoothed into a free fall to the planet's surface where he landed with a large explosion that rattled his teeth and bones. Less than a minute later, he heard and felt another explosion, figuring it to be Vegeta's pod landing a few miles away.

After determining his pod was unharmed in the landing, Goku flew to Vegeta, who was staring off into the distance, frowning. "Well, here comes the welcoming committee." He smirked, turning to look at Goku. "Get ready. It's time." He grinned evilly, doing a few stretches, lazily looking off into the distance where a fleet of flying craft was headed towards them. Goku felt the sweat running down his face, his heart thumping madly in his chest. He watched in horror as Vegeta yawned, then raised his hand toward the nearing fleet. "I'll start the war if you don't mind." Vegeta stated, not giving him time to respond as the prince lifted his other hand, wrists bent, palms upwards. Short quick ki blasts flew from Vegeta's hands, hitting one craft after another, sending some to the ground in a pile of metal, smoke and fire and others simply exploded on impact. Goku stood helplessly, his mouth slack as the last craft exploded.

Vegeta smirked, staring at the smoky remains in the distance. "Hn. That was just too easy. Lets go find their base." He said, bursting into the air. Goku quickly followed, saying a little prayer to Kami first. Before long, they found exactly what Goku was hoping they wouldn't find; a military base, surrounded by a large amount of what looked like civilian homes. Vegeta began his attack on the military base before any of them had time for warning, his large blasts ripping through the large complex and setting it ablaze. Screams of pain and terror reached Goku's all-to-sensitive ears, making him cringe, his stomach knotting in disgust. The base was now gone, destroyed along with any living being that had occupied it, which had to be hundreds, if not thousands. Goku gasped as Vegeta turned from his destruction to settle his ambitions on the village that surrounded one side of the base.

"V…Vegeta…come on, we don't have to do this NOW, do we? I mean, couldn't we go find something to eat? Aren't you hungry?" Goku asked lamely, cringing inwardly as Vegeta turned to look at him incredulously.

"What? We're here to have a glorious battle, and all you can think about is food?! We can eat LATER, Goku! Now come on, we can have this little village destroyed in minutes. Then we move onto the next, which, according to our map, is only about fifty-seven miles away. Vegeta flew closer to the village, it's inhabitants screaming and running in the opposite direction.

"But…Vegeta, wait!" Goku cried out, flying quickly after the teenager and grabbing his arm to halt him. Vegeta snarled, glancing back.

"What is your problem, Goku? If you have one, say it!"

Goku swallowed. "Fine. I don't want to kill these people." He said quickly, his eyes darting past Vegeta to watch as small children were rushed into a small patch of forest outside of the village.

"Don't want to kill them? What are you saying? Why not? This is what we came here for, for crying out loud!" Vegeta shook his head as if baffled. "Did you hit your head when we landed? Why the hell wouldn't you want to attack?!"

"I just…don't.." Goku responded quietly. "I…I don't kill unless I have to, Vegeta-sama."

"Tch…whatever. You stay here, I have a job to finish." Vegeta growled before ripping himself out of Goku's grip. He swiftly approached the village from high above, sending blast after blast into it's streets, destroying primitive buildings, manicured lawns and precious fountains and sculptures that marked the alien species as being sensitive to the arts. Goku reached Vegeta just as he had focused on the small shaded area that marked the patch of forest where Goku knew the children were being kept.

"NO!" He shouted, anger flaring within him. Vegeta turned, ready with an acidic comment, but he froze as Goku's anger powered him from within. Goku growled, his fists clenched at his sides. "Don't you dare kill those children…they're innocent!" He managed to say through clenched teeth. He thought the teenage prince was well side tracked, until his trademark smirk appeared within seconds, his arm lifting to point behind him towards the forest.

"So try and stop me, you who dare give commands to your prince." Vegeta said with a laugh. The laugh died as Goku's growl grew louder, his knuckles going white as they clenched tighter, his head dipping so that his chin nearly rested on his chest. He glared at Vegeta, and in return, Vegeta's eyes grew comically wide.

'What the fuck is happening…his…power, it's…it's getting stronger!' He cried out mentally, as the power he was feeling surpassed that of even Frieza. Goku still glared, a snarl of anger ripping itself from his throat. As the snarl sounded, the ki surrounding the man jumped drastically, and Vegeta could only stand and watch in absolute terror as Goku's ebony eyes seemed to fade, bleeding black into pasty green, his mass of ebony spikes lifting with an unnatural wind as it exploded into a haze of golden spiky locks. "Oh my…Kami…" Vegeta muttered, floating backwards away from Goku, his eyes wide with shock, arms gripped against his stomach protectively. 'What the fuck is this, what the holy fucking hell is this!? He's a super Saiyan? No…no, more, he has to be! That power…' Vegeta screamed at himself, heart pounding relentlessly within his ribcage as a wave of defensiveness washed over him. "NO! You can't kill me! I have to become King…"

Goku blinked, his anger dissipating slightly as the young man's words reached his ears, and he quickly darted forward, using the side of his hand to deliver a swift chop to the back of the Prince's neck.

"Kill you?" Was all Goku could say as he stared down at the limp form in his arms. He had let his anger get the best of him, had gone super Saiyan before he could stop himself, and now…there was no way Vegeta would think it a dream this time. "Why does it seem like I make some of the stupidest mistakes around you, Vegeta?" He asked softly, letting his thumb run over the young man's lips softly. "You bring out the worst in me, you know that, don't you?" He continued, a small smile lifting his lips before he brought them down upon Vegeta's in a chaste kiss. As he lifted his head from Vegeta's warm mouth, the prince inhaled deeply, his eyes snapping open. After a moment of confusion, the same terror that had shown in his dark orbs earlier returned, his body frozen in Goku's grasp.

He hated himself at that moment…hated his weakness…hated the fear that rolled off of him in waves; the smell of his cowardice sickened him, and his shoulders slumped slightly as he realized it probably had the same effect on Goku. Goku would surely hate him now…wouldn't respect him or see him as a powerful and mighty prince, but as a sniveling brat, who happened to be apart of the Saiyan royal family.

"Vegeta…" Goku began, really having no idea what to say. He didn't have a clue what was going through the teenager's mind at that moment; at first the young man had looked terrified, and then simply angry. "Vegeta…I'm not going to hurt you, if that's what you think." Goku continued, and then remembered Vegeta's words before he had passed out. "Or kill you for that matter. I would never kill you… I couldn't." How he wished he could hold his 'own' Vegeta like this, say these words. But it was so much harder with the Vegeta from the future; he was much colder and much stronger… not to mention the fact that he could barely stand Goku's presence.

At that moment, Vegeta came to the realization that he was being held like a small child and growled, jumping out of Goku's arms and landing a few feet away. He couldn't help but stare at the "man" before him, whose golden hair and pale green eyes were so different from that of the ebony haired warrior he had begun to…like so much. "Are you a God?" He asked simply, watching as Goku coughed and sputtered at his question.

"A…A God!? Hell no! Are you kidding? I'm just…Goku." He said with a goofy grin, immediately powering down. He enjoyed watching the look on Vegeta's face as he returned to his normal self; the look of awe that was plastered over the prince's face was one that Goku had never seen before upon the future Vegeta's face.

"Then what…" He quieted as Goku stepped forward, pressing a finger to his lips.

" …don't ask questions, especially ones I can't answer. I'll tell you this, Prince Vegeta. There are things about me I can't tell you, for if I did, it may change…the future. So please, don't ask… I can't tell you. Just leave it at that." He smiled, until his eyes lifted to the sky, finding a large legion of aircraft moving towards them at high speed. "Uh oh…" He muttered softly, Vegeta's eyes widening slightly before he spun to size up the airborne army sneaking up on them. "Vegeta…before you do anything…what would happen if we were to leave this planet, without killing everyone?"

Vegeta turned slowly, not meeting his eyes at first. Squaring his shoulders, he tipped his head back, eyes showing no emotion as he opened his mouth. "Well. They cannot kill you, you are too powerful; and he would not outright kill me, as that would ruin his alliance with my father. But, 'Mistakes' happen, you know. Who knows what kind of sick torture Frieza would try to deal to me for not following his orders. Then they would probably tell my father, the King that I was lost on a mission. Of course, they'd have to catch and defeat me first, no easy task; but I'd rather not tempt it right now. Perhaps later." He looked at Goku as if asking permission to go, and Goku looked at him blankly in return. Things had taken a rather strange turn, and he was now in a very uncomfortable position. If he did not let Vegeta continue with the orders, he would never be able to leave Vegeta's side, as he would have to be there to protect him; and while that was tempting, he had to get back to his Vegeta…the Vegeta of the future. "Go." He said softly, pain etching lines into his face as his decision tore his soul apart. Vegeta nodded, then turned his back to Goku and lifted into the sky. Goku stayed where he was, watching as Vegeta single handedly wiped out the entire army within minutes.

Two days later, the planet was completely void of any living-humanoid life forms, with the exception of two. Goku sat with his head hanging, waiting for Vegeta to return. He had cried a thousand tears since the prince had left to finish Frieza's order, and now, sitting on the ground in front of a dying fire, he felt void of happiness, his spirit crushed. He had just allowed thousands of people to die…a whole species had been wiped out, and he had allowed it to happen. He sighed, and then lifted his head to stare through the strange trees to the west of him as he felt the familiar ki returning.

Vegeta landed a dozen feet from Goku, spattered with blood and dirt; Goku was on his feet immediately asking if Vegeta was all right, to which he received was a only a slight nod. Of course, Goku suddenly realized, that the blood was not Vegeta's. They sat in silence as both suns slipped over the horizon, replaced by two oval shaped blood red moons.

Goku lay back, staring up at the darkening sky. His emotions were a mess, though he was trying to tell himself that if he had stopped the massacre, it could have changed the future for the worst. He glanced sideways as Vegeta followed suit by lying back, their elbows touching lightly as their arms cradled their heads. He moved his eyes upwards again, staring out into space and wondering where earth was; not that it made much of a difference at that point- he was beyond space at the moment, on the other side of some strange time rift. Frowning lightly, he wondered what was happening back home, and if perhaps Bulma and her father were working on getting he and Goten home. Home. Something he hadn't truly thought of in a while; after Chi Chi left, he and Goten had shared the house. Then just a few months back, Goten had moved in with Trunks at the Capsule Corp, so it had been quite lonely for Goku - With the exception of his daily sparring with Vegeta. Vegeta…"I wonder if he misses me? Probably not. He probably doesn't even care that I'm gone." He sighed softly, and then turned his head, realizing he was being stared at.

Vegeta watched Goku closely as his face gave way to a myriad of emotions. He wondered what was going through the man's mind that was causing such obvious fluctuations; but if he knew that, he'd probably understand the whole mystery that surrounded the man.

Vegeta turned so that he was laying on his side, just inches from Goku's body; he closed his eyes briefly, feeling the warmth of the muscled body before him and breathing the man's scent in deeply. 'Why am I so attracted to him? I've never…been attracted to anyone before; But his power…what I wouldn't give to feel that power." Vegeta's eyes glazed slightly as they wandered down Goku's body, following the curves that were shown off quite well in the Saiyan armor. Suddenly dark eyes were upon him, returning his gaze; they stared at each other for minutes before Goku turned onto his side to fully face him.

Goku found himself drawn to the young man, his groin stirring as the memory of a recent dream flashed through his mind. Licking his lips, he tipped his head down towards the smaller figure, whose eyes were already glazed with unhidden lust. Very slowly, Goku leaned forward, his arm reaching over the small body to brace himself against the ground at Vegeta's side. His lips brushed against Vegeta's temple, grazed his cheek, and then slid down to nip the teenager's lips softly. A low moan sounded from below him as muscled arms slipped around his shoulders to encircle his neck, pulling him closer for a deeper kiss. The kiss was clumsy; a spike of pleasure burst through Goku's belly as he realized this was probably Vegeta's first kiss ever. He was gentle, prying the young man's lips open and slowly running his tongue over the velvet-soft lips before slipping it into the sweetness awaiting him.

Goku sighed as their tongues twisted against each other in gentle exploration. Pulling away slightly, he paused to suck softly on Vegeta's lower lip, his eyes cracking open to stare into the dark glazed depths that gazed drunkenly at him.

Vegeta awoke with a start, panting and gasping, thick rivulets of sweat running down his naked torso. He lifted a shaky hand to his forehead, trying to remember as much as he could of the dream that had so suddenly awoken him.

"Kakarotto…" He whispered, his eyes going wide as visions of the larger man flashed through his mind. The dream partially unfolded, and he could nearly feel the man's soft lips against his, could feel Goku's passion and hunger inside him, rivaling the man's natural gentleness. A moan of pleasure escaped his lips, his eyes squeezing themselves tightly shut as more images assailed him, making him twist and shift uncomfortably. "Damn!" He cursed, sitting up quickly and throwing his legs over the edge of the bed. His alarm clock read that it was just after three thirty in the morning. With a harsh sigh, Vegeta stood to pull on a pair of soft stretchy pants and left his bedroom, stalking towards the kitchen as he attempted to rid himself of his arousing thoughts. 'How many nights in a row will I wake up with dreams like this? No…tonight's was different, though I'm not sure how. It seemed…more…real. So real, like he was right there with me.' Vegeta paused just before he reached the kitchen and inhaled deeply. Yes, he could almost smell him. "It's almost like I can remember it actually happening…" he muttered softly.

"Damn you, Kakarotto." He spat softly before resuming his trek into the kitchen. "Damn me." He finished, shaking his head with disgust.

Vegeta's head swam as the larger man kissed him, stunned by the passion reverberating through their united lips; He had never felt an emotion that intensely before, the whole situation being new to him. His mouth opened shakily against Goku's, pushing his tongue forward to gently probe the other man's slippery appendage, following Goku's lead closely. Large hands moved down his torso to his stomach where they circled slowly before dipping downwards to sweep over his hard arousal.

"ahhh!" Vegeta gasped, his hips thrusting forward to press against Goku's large open palm.

Goku watched silently with passion-clouded eyes as the prince moaned, twisted and arched under him. The young Vegeta arched his neck, his mouth falling open slightly, moistened lips moving soundlessly as Goku slipped an eager hand into Vegeta's pants and began to stroke the young man's cock. His own excitement grew the more he watched the young prince's arousing reactions to his administrations.

Vegeta grasped Goku around the neck tightly, pulling him downwards and thrust lightly against the taller Saiyan's thigh, his quiet whimpers beginning to drive Goku insane. Goku leaned down to capture Vegeta's lips once again, then moved downwards to trail his tongue down the pale exposed neck; he suckled softly, leaving small round red bruises behind. His hands easily lifted the saiyan armor from his prince's body, then quickly slipped the tight blue body suit off, followed by Vegeta's blood stained gloves.

Vegeta panted heavily, his body completely exposed to the other man, making him vulnerable; for some reason, this excited him even more. Growling softly with what little dominating power he had left, he wrapped his arms around the larger Saiyan and flipped him onto his back, Vegeta landing on top of the other man in a straddling position. Moving forward slightly, he came to rest his hardness against Goku's, making the taller man thrust upwards against him, his hands coming around to clamp themselves against Vegeta's ass, holding him to press their arousals together firmly. Vegeta muttered a soft curse, wondering how long he could go before he exploded; pushing the thought aside, he went about stripping the man of his armor and bodysuit, his breath hitching in his throat as he sat to the side of the long hardened body, admiring it's perfection.

"Goku…" He whispered softly before climbing back onto the man's body, his erection sending jolts of pure pleasure through his body as it rubbed against the other man's exposed skin. He was suddenly pulled forward, his lips being pressed tightly against Goku's; the man's arms wrapped around his waist before he was rolled back onto his back. Blinking as the weight suddenly lifted, he looked up to see Goku standing over him, his glorious vision of manhood momentarily stunning the young prince. "What…?" He began, and then quieted as Goku knelt next to him.

"Shh." Goku hushed softly, pulling Vegeta to his knees. He was then pushed forward gently so that his cheek pressed against the cold alien ground, his knees high up near his chest so that his rear end was erected into the air. Vegeta blushed madly at the inferior submissive position, but all his embarrassment was forgotten when he felt something warm and slick run up his exposed crevice to bathe his puckered opening. Gasping, his eyes squeezed shut tightly, his mouth opened slack as Goku continued to tongue the teenager's entrance in preparation.

His own cock rock solid, Goku let his tongue travel down over Vegeta's sack, which he took into his mouth and sucked softly, his own manhood dripping thickly as he listened to the prince's now-frantic moaning.

Vegeta cursed himself as his own passionate noise filled his ears; his teeth ground together in rage as the reality of the situation hit him hard. 'Why am I letting this happen? Why am I letting him do this to me? I am his prince! This is wrong…so wrong! Why…. why can't I stop this?' No one answered Vegeta's silent questions, and nor could he himself answer right away. The man was mysterious, exotic and powerful; Goku was a challenge. Vegeta's normally under active loins cried out to feel the man, to experience him, to milk every drop of precious power he possibly could, and just being close to the warrior, Vegeta could feel that power leaking through the man's pores, pouring forth from the man's dark and strangely tender eyes. The pleasure Vegeta was experiencing was more than he had ever felt and his body was shaking with sensory overload. Yes, he would allow this to happen; he was still in control. It would happen because he, Prince Vegeta, wanted it to happen.

"G..gok..ku…" Vegeta stuttered, his eyes wide with panic. "…Hurry…" Yes, Vegeta wanted Goku to hurry…but hurry to do what? Vegeta had never done this kind of thing before, and though he had a good idea of what happened between two people in this situation, he wasn't totally knowledgeable in the particular area of sexual habits and mating (he was eighteen after all), as he never actually listened to the rowdy soldier talk he had been exposed to so much. The idea of sharing his body with another person, and exchanging any kind of bodily fluids with them had totally disgusted the prince. 'And now, here I am, on my knees, about to…' Vegeta's eyes flew open wider as Goku obliged his prince, his thick cock pressing against Vegeta's virgin opening. Vegeta's mouth opened in a wince, his teeth grating together loudly as the monstrous pulsing phallus slid into his tight canal, the burning pain bringing stinging tears to his eyes. His breath caught as all movement behind him stopped, his body feeling as if it were overstuffed. Warm hands rubbed his hips reassuringly, lips feathering over his ear before Goku spoke softly into it.

"Vegeta? Are you all right?" The soft voice was laced with worry. It was then Vegeta realized his back was hunched, the muscles taught with stress. Consciously relaxing, he lifted a hand to wipe the tears that had began to stream from his eyes and then nodded his head quickly, not trusting his voice at the moment.

"Yes, I'm fine." He finally answered, cringing as his voice wavered. He sighed softly as Goku's tongue traveled over his ear, teeth grasping the lobe between them firmly. Vegeta moaned as the erotic pain shot through his body at the same moment Goku reached around him to stroke his bulging cock.

Goku worriedly looked the prince over, determining that the pain and discomfort he was obviously feeling was probably normal, given the situation, and began pumping the young man's hardened member to take his mind off the pain. Vegeta reacted quickly, even to the point where he was actually thrusting back against Goku, which, to Goku, was a green light for him to start moving again. One hand grasping the prince's hip tightly, the other stroking the royal erection, Goku thrust lightly into the tight heat, his eyes closing as pleasure overwhelmed his senses. Their pace quickened, Vegeta's panting giving way to soft moans. Goku thrust harder into the young Saiyan prince, his knees growing shaky as he pressed closer to orgasm.

Vegeta turned his head slightly, moist lips separating as his mouth opened to give way to his panting, his eyes squeezing themselves together tightly as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, his ass being pounded almost savagely by the beautiful God-like creature behind him. The planet's silence was disrupted by Goku's primal roar of pleasure, and Vegeta felt the power surge from the other man's body into his own, his eyes wide with wonder as the power flickered around them, igniting everything in a golden light.

Vegeta's mind spun, his cock jerking with sensual pleasure as he embraced the power surging through the other man; his back arched as he slammed himself backwards, his own scream of ecstasy echoing into the night sky as he released his seed into Goku's hand.

Vegeta collapsed on the ground, grunting as the larger man collapsed on top of him. Both lay panting, Vegeta smiling softly into the ground, Goku's eyes wide with shock at what had just transpired.

Goku nuzzled his face into Vegeta's hair, inhaling deeply. 'Kami, what have I done?'

It had only been three days since his father left with Vegeta on their mission for Frieza, and it had turned out to be quite a boring time for Goten, with one exception. The day before, he had almost been sent off to another planet, but he had managed to fake sickness in order to get out of it. Then his plan backfired when he really did become sick; now he lay in the infirmary's recovery room, a thin sheet covering his shivering naked body. 'Don't they believe in blankets here?' he wondered miserably, both hands clutching the sheet to his chin. A noise from the doorway caught his attention, his head turning quickly to see a mass of black disorderly spikes. A smile beamed from his lips, immediately recognizing the man as his father; then his smile faded slightly.

"Oh…Bardock! I thought you were my father for a second." Goten explained as the man stepped closer to the bed.

"You look like hell, kid." Bardock said with a smirk. "I brought you this." He said, tossing a thick beige blanket onto Goten's lap.

Goten blinked, holding the blanket up. "How did you know I was cold?" he asked as he looked up at his young grandfather, his eyes wide with wonder.

Bardock laughed. "Well, I was here about fifteen minutes ago when you were asleep, and you were shivering like a frightened child. You are no child, and I don't think you could scare too easily, so I assumed it was the cold." He grinned, raking a hand through his hair.

Goten laughed, spreading the blanket across him. When he looked back up, he found Bardock staring at him closely. "What…what's wrong?" Goten asked worriedly.

"How do you feel?" He asked, bending to sit on the edge of the bed.

Goten paused, scratching at his wayward hair. "Oh…I feel all right, I guess. They say I caught some bug or something."

Bardock nodded stiffly, his eyes glancing away quickly. "Yes, you could call it that."

Goten frowned. "What do you mean? They didn't go into specifics about it, but I figure it's just a touch of the flu."

Bardock frowned. "Flu? I haven't heard of that affliction. But, as I was told, you have Keccitopitis. It's a strain of the Measles. Right now, you only have the runny nose and cough, but soon you will have a very high fever, then a rash will develop over your body. We have no medicinal cure for Keccitopitis, but we do have immunizations for it. Why weren't you immunized with all the other children?" he asked.

Goten gawked. 'I'm really that sick? I've never been sick before, with the exception of a cold or two.' His look of surprised turned to a frown. "I don't think we have Kecci…kecc..whatever you said, on Earth. I've never heard of it before, so that's probably why I wasn't immunized."

Bardock stared at the young man before him, his eyes unblinking as Goten's words sunk in. 'Earth…earth…that's where Kakarotto…' Bardock's eyes widened as his eyes washed over Goten's face, taking in every inch of the young man's appearance.

Goten noticed immediately the change in Bardock's countenance, wondering what he had said to make the man react like that. His hand clapped itself over his mouth as his words floated back to him, an icy sensation washing over him as he realized his mistake. He stared at his grandfather, his eyes wide with shining tears. 'Oh dad, I'm so sorry! I messed up big time! DAMN!'