Vegeta frowned; he sat in bed, his back pressed up against the headboard, his only clothing being a pair of black gi pants. Sighing, he crossed his legs at the ankles and stretched, his gaze wandering out the double doors to his private patio. The day had been a strange one, that was for sure, and the prince wasn’t exactly sure what to think of it. He had found the whole comic book episode rather amusing, and was totally worth seeing the looks on the two demi-saiyan’s faces when he and Goku had kissed. It had been truly priceless. However, the amusement had been dampened by the searing shock that had rocked his mind and body when he realized just how much the kisses he and Goku had shared had affected him. He was still affected, as a matter of fact; he was painfully turned on, his mind constantly replaying the scenes over and over. Then, of course, there were those blasted comics…the images of he and Goku were burned into his mind forever…and didn’t help him in the least as he tried to calm his raging hard on.

One thing kept annoying him, however. Sure, the first kiss…it had been meant as a joke, something to shock and embarrass their sons, though they had gotten too carried away and had taken the kiss much further than intended; but what of the second one? Why had Goku given him a “goodnight kiss” as the baka had called it. He could still very clearly recall the feel of the other saiyan’s lips pressing deliciously against his own; the soft prodding of Goku’s tongue as it brushed up against his rhythmically. The other man’s scent still sailed through his nostrils, Goku’s taste still like honey in his mouth.

“He must have wanted to kiss me, or he wouldn’t have done it the second time,” He mused out loud, his eyebrow rising at the thought. He had never noticed any other signs that Goku was interested in him, in that way; though he could, come to think of it, remember a few times the taller saiyan touched him more often than he should have, his touches lingering for no reason. He had caught the man staring, too, but had thought nothing of it at the time. Vegeta had figured he was caught up in one of his idiotic daydreams. He huffed, crossing his arms, not liking the confused feelings inside him. Then he stopped, cocking his head to one side.

What was that noise? He asked himself silently, a frown deepening as the thumping noise grew louder. It sounded like it was coming from down the hall; probably from Trunks’ room. Vegeta swung his legs over the side of the bed, moving towards the door before he picked up another noise, which sounded like it had come from outside. Quickly walking to the double glass doors that led to his balcony, he stepped outside, the noise becoming only slightly louder. He paused.

“Ahhhnnnnnnnn!” Vegeta nearly jumped at the sudden raspy yell that had come from Trunks bedroom; the boy had left his balcony doors open again, and Vegeta could see soft light pouring out from the room into the darkness. What had him concerned, was that the yell had not been his sons, but Goten’s; and if Vegeta wasn’t mistaken…

He leapt off of his balcony, flying quickly through the air to land silently in front of the double glass doors that led into his son’s room. They were, as he had noticed earlier, wide open, revealing the source of the strange noises. Vegeta stood, his mouth gaping open, eyes wide as saucers as they fell upon a very naked Trunks and Goten. Trunks was just sliding onto his best friend’s body, their mouths meeting in a heated kiss. Within moments, they were bucking and thrusting against each other, their breathing labored, small moans erupting into the quiet of the night. Goten suddenly twisted with Trunks in his arms, coming to rest above him, their thrusts never slowing, but growing faster as Goku’s youngest son thrust hard against his own son.

Vegeta watched, unmoving, as Goten screamed, his passion exploding between them, Trunks following suit quickly as he moaned Goten’s name loudly. Vegeta could only blink at what he had just witnessed; he had no idea, no idea at all that the two boys had felt that way about each other. He moaned softly, his rock hard cock pressing against his gi almost painfully, despite the bagginess they provided. He didn’t really want to admit that the scene had turned him on, but it was almost impossible not to admit given his condition at the moment. He had to find release, and had to find it soon, or he would go insane for sure. Swiftly and quietly he flew up to the roof, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked out over the landscape before him.

He could always go back to his room and pleasure himself, as he had done many times in the past; but it didn’t even sound the least bit interesting at this point. His body had been teased all day, and by now, his body thirsted for something more…more what? He didn’t know, but whatever it was, he needed to find it. He was soon flying through the air, with no destination in mind…his mind was too clouded with arousal to think much about where he was going. He just kept thinking about that damn comic book…those kisses…that taste and smell…the smell of him. The smell of….

“Oi! Vegeta!” Goku called out from his doorway with a wave. What’s Vegeta doing here so late? Goku wondered to himself. He had been meditating a bit before bed when he had suddenly felt the saiyan prince’s ki very close.

Vegeta looked up, surprise written clearly across his features. He had flown to Goku’s home without even realizing it; now he had to try and answer Goku’s question, and for a few seconds, wondered how he should answer. That’s when he noticed the other saiyan was only wearing a pair of white boxer shorts, and nothing else. Vegeta swallowed hard, his eyes flickering back up to the other man’s puzzled face. He could continue to deny the fact that he was longing for that touch again…longing to taste him again; but he wouldn’t, he was much to lost in himself for that. He had found what he wanted, what he craved, what he needed.