Disclaimer: I don't own dragonball z.
Warnings: Yaoi/Lemon, slight language
Pairing: Gohan/Vegeta
A/N: The title's been floating around in my head since I heard the
Shakira song "Eyes like yours". It was a line in the song but that
is the only part of the song I am using. The title also has little
to do with the fic, I just thought it fit very well.


What the hell? It's the third time this week that he's come here and
the countless time in the past few months. It's really making me
wonder if that kid's got ulterior motives for the amount of time he
spends here. He's been asking the onna to modify that idiotic suit
of his and then while she's busy with that he comes and bugs me.
Well, actually he visits my brat but since Trunks has been sparring
with me at the times he comes, then he's still bugging me.
Last time he was here, Bulma went on and on about how grown up he
is. She said he spoke of some girl at his school so she told him all
about our brief "courtship" as she calls it. If the kid asked me, I
would have said it was more like a fling – a momentary lapse of
judgment. She then had to inform me of how interested he was in the
details. She actually giggled when she said that she thinks he's in
love. Saiyans don't fall in love, they go into head, succumb to
passion, to lust.
Of course, the boy is half-human and raised as a human. I highly
doubt that he has an inkling of Saiyan mating instincts. If he did,
he's at the age where he would be starting to show them. He would
start to show interest in his intended mate – the one he felt would
compliment him the best mentally and physically. He would find the
person whose power level was closest to his own but still low enough
for him to dominate. Saiyans love a challenge and nothing is more
arousing than a battle for dominance with one's mate.
Once he finds this match, he would watch them to learn everything he
can from them. He would look for a weakness to exploit when he
finally makes his move. Usually by this stage, it is quite well
known who his target would be. Everyone around the two would realize
what was going on but somehow the victim would always claim
ignorance. I saw it happen a few times as a boy and it was always
the same, the intended mate would be completely taken by surprise. I
always thought that they were either faking it or were just stupid.
Then finally, once he is satisfied that he has found a way to
dominate his chosen one, he would state his challenge in terms of a
fight. This battle of dominance turns from a physical on to a sexual
one supposedly before the victim realizes what is going on. Once he
dominates his mate, he would then claim them by marking them. He
would sink his teeth into their flesh and taste their blood. The
whole ritual is instinctual, primal, animalistic and downright
erotic. He wouldn't know an instinct from a case of flatulence.
Well if the boy has come to me for advice on how to mate with the
weak human girl, he's come to the wrong place. I know nothing of
these pitiful humans and their love; all I know is Saiyan lust and
desire. He should go ask the onna but then again she's not here
right now. The what could he want if not her?
"Boy, the onna's not here," I snapped at him finally slowing my
workout to show that I knew he was there.
"I know," was all he said. He was starting to baffle me as to why he
was here.
"The brat was going to go play with your little brother."
"I know."
"If you came to pick him up, I don't know where he is right now."
"I watched him leave with Bulma a few minutes ago to go to my house,"
he replied nonchalantly. He was starting to worry me- he wasn't
acting like him self and I had no clue what he wanted.
"Then who are you here for, boy?"
"You."
"Well you found me, now what do you want?"
"A fight."
"Why don't you find one of your little do-gooder friends and spar
with them? I don't have time to waste playing patty-cake with a
child."
"I don't think so. They don't challenge me. I want a real fight,"
he said coming close to smirking like I usually do. "With you."
Well if he wants a real fight, I'm going to give him one. He no
sooner finished what he was saying when I lunged at him.
Surprisingly, he wasn't taken off guard but blocked and countered.
This was going to be fun. It had been a long time since I had got to
fight with someone. I would have to show him how hard I've been
working during these peaceful years.
It wasn't long before we both went Super Saiyan. He wasn't lying
when he said he wanted a real fight. I don't think he was holding
back much because he's matching me blow for blow. After a
particularly vicious tangle, we break apart only for me to lunge at
him again. Right before I would have made contact with him he smiled
at me. It was very unnerving; like he knew I had made some fatal
mistake and he was going to watch me suffer for it. I hesitated for
a split second.
That momentary lapse was all he needed to evade my punch and appear
directly behind me. I moved to elbow him in the abdomen but he
caught my arm firmly in his one hand. The contact startled me in to
ceasing all movement. He kept my upper arm in his grasp. As the
seconds ticked by while were frozen there, I could feel his breath on
the back of my neck. It sent chills down my spine.
What was this boy playing at? I was not in control of the situation
and I hate that. I had to find a way to get back in control. I
tried to elbow him with the other arm but he caught that, too. He
then swept my feet out from under me and drove me forward into the
floor knocking the wind out of me. He pushed me down with such force
that if I had not turned my head, I would have broken my nose and
drove the shattered bone into my brain.
By the time I got myself to breathe again, I realized that he was on
top of me. He still had my arms pinned behind me but now only with
one hand. He had his weight effectively distributed over my body so
that it was impossible for me to get up. I closed my eyes and waited
for the finishing blow that was sure to come from his unoccupied hand.
It never did come; instead he leaned down to speak to me. I could
feel his breath on my face and his lips touched my ear as he spoke.
"Submit, Vegeta," he said in an almost crooning tone. Was he trying
to mock me?
"Never," I rasp still not opening my eyes.
His lips were on my ear again as he replied, "I knew you would say
that."
I could feel his lips curve into a smile but did not have time to
ponder why. I acutely became aware of his other hand as it slowly
made its way down my side to my hip. My eyes shot open and I gasped
at the gentle contact. What in the hell was the boy doing?
I could feel a chuckle shake his body as he pressed it closer to
mine. He spoke in my ear again, "You, my Prince, don't like it when
you aren't in control of the situation."
I started to ask him what he thought he was doing but stopped when
his warm mouth closed around my ear lobe. The pure shock of the
sensation alone was enough to knock me out of Super Saiyan. I was
now completely at his mercy.
The reality of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks. This
Saiyan on top of me has been studying me for weeks, he waited until
we were alone, started a fight, he tried to get me to submit to him,
and was then trying to dominate me by teasing me sexually. How could
I have not seen this coming? I must be blind and stupid.
I did not get any more time to contemplate the situation because his
free hand started to migrate again. It retraced its path down my
side but this time catches the waistband of my shorts on the way
down. I don't remember moving but I must have helped by lifting my
hips off the floor because seconds later I was naked from the waist
down.
His weight shifted slightly, I assumed to start to strip him self. I
used his distraction to try to free myself. It was to no avail
though; he just pushed me harder into the ground. He leaned down
again to speak to me.
"Are you telling me that you don't want this."
I wanted to, the last rational part of my mind wanted to say no to
all of it but my Saiyan body had other ideas. I quit struggling and
tried to relax under the youth. I had to admit, barring a slight age
difference, on Vegeta-sei this would not have been out of the
ordinary. Thinking back, I should have seen it coming, I was the
only one of Saiyan blood that he was not related to that was an
adult. Maybe that was why I started to feel like I wanted him as
much as he wanted me.
"That's a good prince," he cooed into my ear. "If you keep this up,
I may release your arms."
I closed my eyes and wet my lips as he shifted his body again. He
was stripping off his clothes faster than before. The whole
situation was starting to get to me. I could feel the blood coursing
through my veins causing my flesh to heat and my breath became more
rapid with each passing moment. I went to wet my parched lips again
and found his fingers pressed against them.
"Suck," was all he said to instruct me as to what he had planed on
doing. And then I, like an obedient child, complied with great
enthusiasm. Satisfied with my duty, he removed his fingers from my
mouth and pressed one of them into my body. I held my breath at the
intrusion. He lowered his mouth to my ear and crooned soothing words
to me as he slipped another inside me. I tried to concentrate on his
voice and lips while I was stretched. I was finding it hard because
of the pain it was causing me until his dexterous fingers found a
hidden spot within my body that almost made me cry out.
He chuckled at my reaction as he moved his fingers again and again. I
started to writhe beneath him. Then all of a sudden he stopped and
withdrew his fingers.
"If I give you back your arms, will you submit and let me finish what
we started?"
I couldn't find the word to answer him and ended up growling my
wishes at him in Saiya-go. I doubt he understood me but the rocking
of my hips up into his gave him no doubt of what I meant. He let go
of my arms only long enough to roll me over to face him. He then
pinned my shoulders down to the floor and drove himself to the hilt
within me.
My eyes squeezed shut in pain as I arched my body beneath the youth.
He waited only a moment before he started to move. The pain was
quickly forgotten as pleasure flooded every cell of my body. I found
myself reaching my newly freed arms around him to pull him close as I
wrapped my legs around his waist. He was the master and I was just
faithfully following him looking for my reward for good behavior.
His pace quickened and I found myself racing to keep up. I pulled him
closer as I neared my completion. My release came quickly flooding
between our bodies. As my muscles contracted in its effects, he
drove into me harder than he had before and bit down where my neck
and shoulders meet. I could feel his passion spill into my body as
he hungrily nursed my wound.
I must have lost consciousness because when I opened my eyes I found
myself curled up on my side. Strong arms cradled my smaller body into
his. I looked up into black eyes that shown with passion. I took a
few deep breaths reveling in the scent of my new mate. After a few
minutes of bliss wrapped in his arms I finally found my voice again.
"There's more Saiyan in you than I thought."
He just chuckled shyly looking more like the Gohan he usually was. A
blush colored his youthful face as he dropped his eyes from mine. "I
thought you'd kill me if I tried to do that…"
"I still might," I said in a wry tone. His momentary doubt was all
the time I needed to sink my teeth into his flesh sealing our
union. "Just don't think that you get to be dominant all the time
even if you are good at it."

fin.