Title: Symposium

Disclaimer: Akira Toriyama owns DBZ and not me. Plato owns the
Symposium but he's dead so I don't think he'll mind if I borrow a bit
of it.

Rating: if you can't legally buy cigarettes in the state of
Pennsylvania, then you can't read this fic!

Pairing: Vegeta/Gohan

Warning: YAOI, PWP

A/N: I was going to write this a long time ago but I forgot…I just
remembered about it today. Putting my college education to work again…

Great, just what I need today. All that I needed to do was find the
book I think I left here and get home so I can write the paper on it
for my class. But here Vegeta is standing between the door and me. I
don't know what he thinks he wants right now but his face is
unusually tense – like he is really straining to keep up his mask of
indifference or something. I just stand there and wait for him to
reveal his motives or whatever he is doing.

"Oldest brat of Kakarot's, just who I was looking for," the Prince of
all Saiyans starts. Surprising, he's varied his words; he usually
calls me `Kakarot's brat' not the other way around.

"Y... you were looking for me?" I ask.

"How much do you know of Saiyan culture, half-breed?" He asks, well
more like he demands.

"I know next to nothing," I admit. "Dad doesn't remember anything
from your home world and you don't seem to want to talk about it."

"I'm talking now aren't I?"

Well, he's got me there. I guess that he must finally be ready to
talk or at least he's going to string me along for a while. I just
nod at him and wait for him to do whatever he is going to do or say.

"Your idiot father wouldn't have really known about what I'm going to
tell you anyways. He was born in too low of a class to be told."

"Then why are you telling me whatever it is that you are going to
tell me?" I thought that since Vegeta always referred to me as the
son of a third class that it would mean that I was also a third
class. Then again, I may be wrong since this is the first time that I
am being told of the traditions of my father's people.

"We have all surpassed the class system once held sacred on Vegeta-
sei," was his simple explanation. I guess that it's all I need to
know about that because he moves on directly after that. "The higher
classed Saiyans had an interesting way of training their youths."

"How interesting?" He's piqued my interest. Actually he had my
undivided attention from the moment he landed on this planet but
that's not important right now.

"Earthlings would probably find it strange that Saiyan parents would
give their children to someone else to be taught about life and the
world."

"I don't think so," I interject. "I mean, in olden days, people used
to let their adolescent children become apprentices to other people
so they could learn a trade."

"I have heard about that," he takes a second to think before he
speaks again. "But I don't imagine that they would teach their young
charges everything that a Saiyan would."

"Yeah, I can't imagine many masters teaching their apprentices how to
kill people the most effectively," I chuckle. I am still not sure
where this is going but it's probably going to be some jibe on how
I've slacked off over the years in my fighting. Although, I have to
admit, he is using a very roundabout way to say it. Usually he just
pointblank insults me and gets it over with.

"Masters and apprentices…interesting way of putting it," he muses. Is
it just me or is he getting distracted quite easily by what I am
saying? He regains his direction and continues on, "That is mostly
what the masters – as you put it – taught the youths but not all."

"Really?" I am about to ask him what they were taught but Trunks
chasing Dr. Brief's cat through the room interrupted my train of
thought.

Vegeta watched his son for a moment before speaking. "I could show
you what they were taught but it is something that should not be
known to the young. We need to go somewhere more private."

Things keep getting more and more interesting as time passes. "Uh…
does that mean that you are offering to teach me whatever it is that
needs taught?"

"This is not something Kakarot can teach you," he sneers at me. "I
highly doubt he even understands it himself."

I follow him out of the room and down a hallway into another room.
When he flicks on the lights I notice that it is a rather large
bedroom. The furniture and all the decorations were quite plain.
There is a bed against the far wall with a nightstand beside it.
Against the sidewall are two cushioned chairs and a small end table
between them. On the other wall is a door to what I assume leads to a
closet. I would just guess that it is one of the many spare bedrooms
in the building but half empty glass of water on the nightstand is
evidence that someone has used the room. I would bet money that it
was Vegeta that left it there.

The man in question just sits down casually in one of the chairs and
waits for me to follow suit. I just leave the doorway and take the
other seat quite nervously. I still have no real clue as to what we
are doing.

"You should feel privileged," he begins there is a hint of
apprehension in his voice, or it might have been
anticipation. "Royalty rarely took on apprentices, as you called
them. Many of the upper classed families on the lower end of their
class tried to get their sons to be taken by those who were higher up
than them. That and you should be happy that I even considered you
since you are almost too old. It was not unheard of for an apprentice
to be your age but it tended not to be done."

"So," I start. This is really starting to remind me that I have
homework to do but I will humor him for a little while longer. I
would like to know what exactly he wants from me. "If I am to be your
apprentice, what exactly does that entail?"

"Hm… you are definitely going to have to work on your fighting more
than you have been. There are other things that you will have to
learn too."

"And what will those be?" I question. It is actually quite exciting
that Vegeta will finally be teaching me about his people. I have
always been interested in the man who embodies that mysterious side
of my heritage.

"You will learn your history and how to behave like the Saiyan you
are. You will learn you place in society," I can almost hear him
think `in society on Vegeta-sei if there was still a planet of that
name'. I know I am thinking it and from the slight lowering of his
voice I can tell that it is still hard for him to think of his home
world. "But you have to understand that while I am teaching you, you
have to obey me without question. Understand that?"

"Yes, I understand." Oh Kami, what am I getting myself into now?

"Go close the door," I hesitate for a brief moment when he says
that. "Go do it now boy or I won't even consider teaching you
anything."

I comply and turn to face him again. He stands up for a moment and
motions me to stand in front of him. Again, I obey and stand in front
of the smaller man. Somehow even when we are standing this close to
one another I feel like I am still smaller than him.

"Are you ready for your first lesson?" He states with an overly cool
tone. He looks up at me and it still feels like he is looking down
his nose at me. I try to calm myself down and find that I cannot. I
am nervous as to what he is going to do but at the same time I am
excited about the unknown.

"Yes… I think I am ready," I state without hiding my feelings at all.
My voice actually shakes with fear, anticipation, or both.

"You don't sound too sure about yourself," Vegeta chides. "If you
don't want to do this, you can leave now."

"No, I am ready," I state letting my fear become buried within
me. "What is the first lesson?"

"I find that it is best to start with the most important thing
first," I nod as he says this. He then reaches up and grabs the
collar of my shirt and pulls me down to face him. I am staring into
his eyes and holding my breath at the same time. I am really at a
loss of what is going on and that little half-smile on his face is
not helping any. He quickly pulls me down a little further and grabs
the back of my head with his other hand. Before I can do anything,
his lips are on mine with bruising force. What in the world is going
on here?

I remain motionless for what seems like an eternity until I realize
that I have been holding my breath. When I gasp in an attempt to fill
my lungs with air, he takes advantage of it and forces the kiss to
deepen. Now I really do not know what to do. I should do what I
usually do when I am unsure, run away. But this time, I will not run.
I decide to comply with my prince's wishes and engage in whatever
lesson he thinks this is.

Vegeta is startled when I start to return the kiss with as much force
as he was using. I use that to my advantage as he did with me. I will
show him exactly how fast of a learner I really am.

He finally breaks the kiss and looks at me. "I did not say you could
take control of that lesson but since you seem to have mastered that
one quite well, we will move on."

With that he pushes me back so I topple over when the backs of my
legs hit the bed. I find myself lying on my back across the mattress
peering up at my new teacher. I find that I very much like this
lesson and I am a very apt pupil. It does not take me very long to
learn just how to touch Vegeta- sensei to have him moan when he shows
me how easily he can do the same to me. The only part of the lesson
that I do not get to try is the part where he shows me exactly what
it is to be the master to my apprentice. I do not mind though, he is
a very good master.

We lay back on the bed with the sheet draped across our spent forms
and I notice something on the night stand for the first time. I
chuckle to myself and reach for it. Vegeta looks at me with guilt
written plainly across his face. It seems I've caught my master red
handed in his little farce.

"Well, now I know what happened to my book," I state. "You didn't
have to read ancient Greek philosophy to get me in bed. All you had
to do was ask…"