Whiter Shade of Pale



Disclaimer: DBZ, nope, not mine!  I don't own the song "Whiter Shade
of Pale" either. I am not even sure who sings it, but I heard it on
the radio yesterday when I was writing this.  It is a really
beautiful song, haunting almost, and I thought the color scheme fit
the fic.

Dedication: This is for you SMDSP.  *lizard eyes*  What was this
about me not being allowed to write yaoi involving Vegeta? I'll have
you become a raving yaoi fan yet!

Warnings: Lemon, pretty much PWP, and slightly TWT (set during
Saiyaman Saga but no World Martial Arts tournament and no Goku or
Buu). 

A/N: There was never supposed to be another part to "Darker than
Ebony" but my muse had other plans.  I don't know if you want to
considered this a sequel or chapter 2 since it picks up exactly where
DtE left off. Oh, and SMDSP, this is from GOHAN'S pov.  Just so you
don't get confused. ^_~





As we lay together on the floor of the Gravity Room, I am blissfully
unaware of any repercussions for my actions.  Nothing exists besides
Vegeta and me.  I finally let my Saiyan instincts take control in an
overwhelmingly human world.  I don't regret what we did but I wish I
had planned things better.  I am not quite sure where we go from here.

Here I am, cradling another man's spent body to mine who is older
than my father.  It should have felt so wrong instead of feeling so
right.  I could be myself around him – the fighter and the scholar. 
I let my Saiyan-side show in all its bloodthirsty glory just moments
ago and he reveled in it.  But I also know that he has accepted my
gentler side, the human part of me that strives to learn and make
something of myself. Most people would disagree but I know.  The way
he always said that I've slacked off in my training but never said
that I should study less is proof enough for me.  Of course, the
prince himself is a well-educated man.  As the heir to his home-
world, he had to be.  Even now, I have caught him reading Earth's
classical literature or the occasional political or technical journal.

Of course, my new mate and the world accepting me are two different
things entirely.  I already hide most of myself from the humans at my
school.  Videl knows that I am a fighter because she knows I am
Saiyaman but she does not know of my alien heritage.  Then again, she
also had no clue that in human standards, my door swings the wrong
way.  I say human standards because from what I understand of Saiyan
culture, there is no such taboo on same sex relationships.  Of
course, I never understood how the Saiyan population could remain
steady when mating for reproduction was not stressed.  I guess I'll
just ask Vegeta later.

Right now, my little prince has decided that his rest is over.  He
pushes himself up to sitting beside me.  I roll onto my back and
stretch my sated body like a lazy feline.  I open my eyes in time to
catch Vegeta gazing admiringly at my nude form.  I sit up and start
to search for my clothes.  I've never had the inhibitions my father
had about nudity.  Although, from the smirk on my mate's face, I
think that I would soon get over it.

"Stop boy.  You smell like sex," the naked man beside me states as if
it were something that happens everyday.  I look at him
questioningly.  He just smirks and explains succinctly, "Shower."
I follow him into the adjoining bathroom silently thanking Dende for
allowing me to have the exquisite work of art before me.  He turns on
the water and motions for me to step in.  I remain where I am though.

"You go first," I offer.  "I'll wait until you're done."
He chuckles slightly at me.  "You actually think I want to shower
alone right now?"

I find myself blushing at the meaning behind those words. I step
under the hot cascade and close my eyes as the water massages my
skin.  Moments later, I feel two soap lathered hands reach around me
and massage my chest.  I am in heaven as those hands find every inch
of my torso.  I lean back into his body as his hands travel further
down. 

I gasp as he takes a hold of me and brings me back to a point of need
once again.  I am about to tell him that he should really not start
something he isn't planning on finishing as he takes his hands away
from me.  I do not get the chance to say anything because he starts
teasing my entrance with his fingers.  It seems like Vegeta was right
when he told me not to get to use to being the dominant one in the
relationship.  It scares me slightly but I don't move to stop him. 

He finally enters me after stretching me.  I did not know that it
would hurt like that and my knees get weak.  I find myself leaning
heavily on the shower wall as he starts to move within me.  He is no
gentler with me than I was with him but somehow I did not expect that
he would be.  The pain quickly ebbs as he slams into me again and
again.  Gasps and moans reverberate in my throat as I struggle to
keep up by moving in rhythm with him.  I fall quickly over the edge
into hazy oblivion.  My legs start to buckle under me causing Vegeta
to use his arms to keep me upright.  I wait for him to have his
release but he withdraws from my body first and then comes. I whimper
because I wanted to feel his completion come within me.



I exit the GR with a slight limp and a feeling of contentedness I had
never experienced before.  I make my way to the back door of the
house so I can head home only thinking about the events that just
conspired between Vegeta and I.  Lost in thought, I almost run into
Bulma.

"Sorry, Bulma-san," I apologize.  "I didn't see you there."
She looked at me for a minute smiling and asks, "Have fun sparring
with Vegeta?"
"Uh…yeah," I stutter getting slightly uncomfortable with the look in
her eyes. 

"Your mom called asking if you were here since you were late coming
home.  I told her that I'd send you home as soon as you were done."

"Okay, I guess I'll head home now."

"Well, before you go, you should do something…" she snickers slightly
as her sentence trails off.

"What's that?" I have no idea what she is talking about and it is
worrying me.  But, I bite the bated hook and wait to find out. 

"You should wipe that silly grin off your face before everyone knows
you just got laid."
I think I am going to choke on my tongue.  My mind reels.  "What?! …
How…"

"The GR is equipped with cameras so I could make sure the-royal-pain-
in-the-ass doesn't kill himself when he works out in there," the blue-
haired genius laughs.  "Although, I think he's now got a pain in his
ass.  Then from the way you're walking, I can assume that he can give
as well as he takes."

I don't think I can breathe," You saw?"
"Only enough to see that you were the one on top," she is reminding
me of the girls at my school talking about their favorite soap opera
couples.  I swear, Bulma has little hearts in her eyes.  "I can't
believe it, little Gohan's become a man!"

I can actually feel the blood drain from my face.  I'd been caught. 
Not only had I been caught, I'd been caught by my mate's son's
mother.  I don't know if I should laugh at the irony or cry.  Then
again it is kind off odd that Bulma was acting thrilled that I had
just made wild, passionate love twice with Vegeta.

"Aren't you upset that I and your husband just…well… you know?" I ask
while my mouth goes dry.

"Husband?" she laughs. "Vegeta and I haven't been together in eight
years!  The day of Trunks' conception and the day Vegeta discovered
my father's wine cellar were one in the same.  It seems our dear
prince can't hold his liquor very well.  It also seems that Saiyan
men are quite virile because it only took once."
"I think that was too much information, Bulma." There are just some
things a person should not know – like the circumstances of one's
brother's best friend's conception.

"I'm not kidding, Gohan.  Your mom was on the pill both times she got
pregnant."

"Now I know that was too much information!"

Bulma laughs again at me, "It's probably time that you head home
then."

"Yeah, Mom'll be worried," I state.  I really don't feel like
leaving.  All I really want to do is go back to Vegeta but I have to
go home.

"You can stop by anytime you like.  I told your mom that you're going
to be helping me out after school for a while," she winks as she
speaks.  This day cannot get any weirder.

"Why are you helping me?"

"Because silly, you two are perfect for each other," I swear those
hearts are back in her eyes again.  "And besides, this way everyone
wins.  You and Vegeta get to see each other as often as possible; I
get to keep my `husband' around for show; Trunks gets to live with
both his parents; and no one suffers the wrath of Chichi."
Her odd logic does make sense to my sex-numb brain.  "Deal, then, as
long as you don't tell mom.  I don't think she is going to like this
one bit."
"You're going to have to tell her sooner or later."

"I know," I reply paling slightly.  "I just hope it's a lot later!"

I finally take my leave at that.  As I fly home, I replay the events
of the day in my head.  I did not think that anything mom would say
to me tonight would dampen my good mood.  I know I'm going to get
chewed out for coming home late but I think it is worth it.  The only
question in my mind is: What did Bulma do with the camera footage of
Vegeta and I?

fin...for now. ^_~